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Tsukiko Kitogawa

"Oh me? Yeah, I model. How'd you know? Are you a fan? Arigato~"

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a character in “No-Go AA+”, as played by BelleTheAngel

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"I am a hopeless, shameless flirt."




ImageFull Name:
Tsukiko Kitogawa

Face Claim:
Mika Jougasaki and Isuke Inukai

Gฮตฮทโˆ‚ฮตั:
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Age:
16 (February 29th)

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Nationality:
Japanese / Korean

Grade:
Junior

ะฝฮตฮนgะฝั‚:
5'7''

ฯ‰ฮตฮนgะฝั‚:
108

Hair:
Pink (Dyed)

Eyes:
Golden brown



"Some women flirt more with what they say, and some with what they do."





ImageGood traits:
Assertive / Determined / Humorous / Immaculate / Playful / Sexy / Tactful

Bad traits:
Dishonest / Flirtatious / Impulsive / Jealous / Stubborn / Sneaky / Vengeful

Nature:
Tsukiko is a bombshell of variety. She's hyper and quirky one minute, then she's flirty and sexy the next. Tsukiko has a million Imageother sides to her personality and enjoys breaking the rules. Her personality changes with her mood and surroundings, so she can be described as a very fickle young woman. At a party, Tsukiko is confident, dancing, drinking and very lively. At school she is friendly, casual, but definitely flirtatious. She's the one who always believes that the rules just never apply to her. She loves doing exactly what she's told she can't, even if it gets her in a bit of trouble. If you ever tell her that she can't or Image won't do something, she'll prove you wrong every time. At home or on her own time, her personality is much calmer, but once an attractive guy shows up, cue the sex appeal. Tsukiko acts this way because it is how her mother raised her to be. She was raised to flaunt her looks and to also express herself however she wished. She is a very smart girl, and doesn't hide it. She feels her intelligence makes her that much more appealing, and embraces all aspects of herself. She is very confident in her appearance and Image typically won't get embarrassed when wearing revealing clothes, or none at all. She is a reliable and responsible girl, unless she finds someone to flirt with, then she has been known to cop out of her obligations.

Quirks: โ— It's gotten her into trouble numerous times at school, but Tsukiko sees a dirty or sexual reference in practically everything.

โ— Tsukiko flirts with just about every member of the opposite gender, even Imageif she already is in a relationship.

โ— Always treats members of the same sex with contempt

โ— When she isn't socializing, she is constantly chewing [url]Hubba Bubba Max Strawberry Watermelon chewing gum[/url]


Likes:

Going on dates
Being a social person, Tsukiko loves going on dates, whether she likes the guy she's going with or not. She often schedules dates just to keep herself Imagebusy, not enjoying her boring home life very much. She never has paid for a date, nor does she intend to. She is a very popular model and uses her status as a means of getting whatever she desires.

Flirting
It's fun to flirt, isn't it? Tsukiko especially loves flirting. She will flirt with just about any cute guy, regardless of his age or whether he has a girlfriend or if she has a boyfriend. She is a natural at flirting, sometimes not even realizing she's Imagedoing it. It's her favorite hobby, and she is quite skilled in the art.

Sex
She isn't afraid to admit it, she's had it before. She has only slept with one guy, but she is a very sexual person. She likes it, and she doesn't see anything wrong with a woman being comfortable with their sexuality in this time period. She firmly detests double standards and constantly challenges them. She is comfortable with her body, and isn't ashamed of showing it.

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Dislikes:

Girls

Girls pose a threat to her system. She cannot be spoiled by any guy she wants if he is faithful to someone else. She sees all girls as her enemy and only is seen speaking to social outcast females. All of her female friends have some sort of trait that defines them as unattractive to the common male eye. Any girl she deems attractive receives harsh treatment and she treats Imagethem with contempt.

Rules

Whether it is curfew, or the legal age of consent, Tsukiko doesn't like rules dictating what she can or cannot do. She doesn't care if a boy is fifteen, she will flirt with him, but she would also flirt with a thirty year old guy if he was hot. She doesn't like being told what to do, or what she 'should' do, it enrages her and she will almost definitely rebel.

Double Standards

As stated earlier, Tsukiko hates double standards. She believes in equality, but that doesn't mean she doesn't abuse the perks that some double standards create, like paying for dates. Whether it is nudity, promiscuity, walking alone at night, or even school rules, Tsukiko does not tolerate someone restricting her human rights because she was born female.

Strengths:


~ Flirting ~ Tsukiko has spent a lot of time doing it, especially to work her way up the ranks as a model, and now as a solo artist. She hasn't been turned down by a guy since her fame began, so she can be a bit cocky at times. She knows she is cute and she isn't shy about acting a bit flirty.

~ Modeling ~ She has been a model for a few years and needless to say, she loves it. She has a knack for posing the way a photographer wants and she's is somewhat conceited. She is definitely a narcissist, often checking herself out whenever she believes that no one else is paying attention to her, and sometimes aloud if she's feeling extraordinarily confident.

~ Singing ~
This is new territory for her, seeing as she's only made one album. This is her first, and she took a while to release it, doing her best to reach perfection. She was nervous that no one would buy the album because she'd never sung to a live audience until the past few months, but she's well on her way to becoming a world renown pop idol.

Weaknesses:


She is afraid of being rejected

It hasn't happened yet, but plenty of people have told her it's bound to happen sometime. This is her greatest fear, seeing as she prides herself in her appearance and sexy behavior. She is constantly doing her best to appeal to the opposite sex, doing everything in her power to avoid being turned down.

She doesn't have any female friends

Tsukiko has estranged herself from other girls. This rooted from the fact that she was often bullied or ostracized by her female classmates at other schools, mostly due to her growing fame as a model and the release of her first single.

She is afraid of drowning

No one knows this, but she is terrified of drowning. She doesn't know how to swim, so she avoids deep water at all costs, never going deep enough to where she cannot touch the ground.




"I'm not flirting, I'm just being extra nice to someone extra attractive. ;)"




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Family:
From left to right; Seto Kogami (Father), Sakurei Kogami (Mother), Ryuu Yuuka (Maternal Grandfather)

Hฮนsั‚ฯƒัาฏ:
Tsukiko was born to a middle-class Korean family, yet her Father was friends with all of the right people. She spent most of her childhood participating in beauty pageants, and Imagefinally, with some patience and a ton of effort, she was signed to a modeling agency. She isn't certain when it happened, but she formed somewhat of an obsession about being seen as attractive during her time preforming in Korea. Tsukiko was determined to win hot guys over, regardless of what she had to do to achieve that goal.

Then it happened, a boy she was crushing on in junior high finally got a girlfriend. No one in her school knew, but one time Tsukiko saw the two of them together. It crushed her, breaking her heart into a million pieces, and she decided to lash out. She began flirting Imagewith numerous boys, hoping to make her crush jealous, but to no effect. Eventually, she realized she rather enjoyed flirting and continued because she liked it, but also because she strived for attention from the boy of her past.

For a time, she forgot her infatuation. Shortly before her crush switched schools, Tsukiko finally landed a serious boyfriend. She made it public, because he made her forget all of her insecurities. Everything was perfect until her boyfriend was forced to transfer schools because of her fans harassing his family. She began flirting and spending times with random guys to keep her mind off of it, but she still missed Makoto. Though a year ago a horrible accident happened while she was preforming in a new town. A drunk driver hit Makoto's bike, and he died on the operating table. She didn't even find out until the next day, but he had planned to attend her concert to meet her again.

To this day she holds herself responsible for the accident. He was her first and only sexual partner, and it's been almost three years since his death. She stayed loyal for an entire year, but she couldn't take keeping her life on standstill, because it was destroying her and her life was passing her by each day. She knew that she wasn't truly living, but simply existing.

Now she is a Junior in high school, but has no intention of trying to become anyone's girlfriend anymore. She doesn't see anything wrong with polygamous relationships, after all, it's just high school. Tsukiko is willing to do anything she can to get attention from boys. She has an ulterior motive; She loves going out. Casually dating a few guys would allow her to have more fun and do more social activities without going alone like going skating, out to dinner, or seeing a movie.





Stats: 17
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Intellect:3+1= 4

Athleticism:4+2= 6

Charm:7+3= 10

Popularity:21+8= 29

Notoriety:0+4= 4






ฯƒั‚ะฝฮตั โˆ‚ฮตั‚ฮฑฮนโ„“s:
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Thought Color = Goldenrod
Speech Color = MediumvioletRed






Disclaimer: At least half of the Relationship sheet below belongs to Shiranui. KazeNoKitsune changed the name font, and many character images, but did not design this code.






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xxxxxx"He's fun. A bit too honest, but at least I know where I stand with him."






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xxxxxx"Shi-chan... I hope you don't become collateral damage.."






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xxxxx"I have no idea who that is.






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xxxxxxx"I like playing this game we have going on. So we slept together, so what? I'm not a lost puppy. I was a little rusty, but now I'm all warmed up. Game on.






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xxxxxx"He's in two of my clubs. Apparently he likes music, so perhaps we'll get along. He seems to know Shi-chan so perhaps I can use that connection to find out what her life has been like in my absence.. Bonus points: He's super hot!"






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xxxxx"One of Shi-chan's knights it seems..."






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xxxxxxx"The guy who escorted Shi-chan to her club... I wonder what their relationship is?"






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"One of the very few to recognize me from my music and modeling career~! At least someone has good taste in music!"






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"Sorry. I've never met anyone by that name."






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"Am I supposed to know who that is? Cause I don't."






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"That's an interesting name. Is it foreign? I don't know them."






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"I like her name, but I do not know who you're talking about... I don't care about girls."






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"Isn't he the one who escorted the club president to her club?"






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"Of course. I know myself quite well. While I adore who I am, I also hate that person at times too, but how is any of that your business? I am what I am and I accept that."




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Tsukiko Kitogawa's Story

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Tsukiko approached Airdalen on foot once she was able to shake off her body guards and let out a shaky sigh. Sure, she was confident and attractive enough, but this was still a foreign country. Barely anyone knew of her here, well, at least compared to Korea. In Korea there was not a single high school girl that didn't know her name... how was she supposed to thrive in a school where she would relatively be an outsider? Not to mention her Japanese was far from perfect. She was sure to make a few mistakes..

As she entered the school grounds, Tsukiko threw her school bag over her shoulder with a sigh, looking slightly like a delinquent with her pop-idol hairstyle and dark nail polish. I hope this school doesn't have a strict dress code.. She thought to herself as she thought about her loose tie and open school jacket. She wasn't one to conform, seeing as Korean students prided themselves in their originality. She was not going to submit to full-on suppression of her personal expression, even if her rebellions were quite small and limited to her wardrobe.

Tsukiko stopped when she noticed a stage and she tilted her head, slightly hopeful. Perhaps they did realize who she was? Though immediately her hopes were crushed as she read the sign, albeit with a little difficulty. Soci...Social Soci..Society? Is that some sort of welcoming committee? Tsukiko thought to herself with a slight tilt of her head. Her long rosy locks shifted with her movement and she found herself far more interested than she initially thought she would be.

"Good morning Airdalen!"

Tsukiko eyed the girl with an expression of pure boredom, seeing as she was far more concerned with the boys standing behind her. Meh... They start off with some plain girl? Lame... She mentally muttered to herself but tolerated the girl's presence, simply because her words would prove valuable. She wished to know more about what was going on, and thus far, she was invisible. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, especially since there was not a waking moment in Korea when screaming fans weren't searching for her like bloodhounds. It was nice, but she was also quite lonely now that it was so...quiet. Of course the surrounding area was far from quiet, but it was one of those moments where someone could be entirely alone in a room filled with people. No matter how many people stood here, Tsukiko still missed Korea dearly..

"If you haven't heard of me, I'm Nana from the Social Society club and we'd like to introduce to you our boys."

Social Society Club..? I was right. Thankfully she understood Japanese better by ear than she did on paper. Though her true interest came when she mentioned introducing the crowd to the boys. That was where her true interest lied. No matter how innocent Tsukiko appeared, she was a shameless flirt in the end. Her primary interest was to meet boys and to go on a lot of fun dates. She really didn't care about anything else, well, other than becoming a world renown pop idol.. Though singing and dancing was almost as natural to her as breathing...

However, seducing Japanese boys, she figured that it wouldn't prove as easy as it did with Korean boys. For one, these boys had no idea who she was, but also, she was attending an elite school, everyone here was rich. She doubted her status would earn her as much here as it did at her previous school.

"Arata, Kyo, Eiji anddd finally our president, Sora!"

Tsukiko eyed each of the boys carefully, memorizing their names for future use, but kept her expression as neutral as she could manage. It was difficult, considering she had to find the perfect balance of interest and disinterest without knowing what kind of girl her targets preferred. It was frustrating, but Tsukiko did love a challenge. If she considered this place as a huge challenge, the depression slightly wore off.

"But enough talk, we're here to perform! Take it away guys~"

She listened to the song, closing her eyes for the first verse and the chorus, but quietly followed along the next time, missing a few words that were not obvious, but otherwise kept up rather nicely. Of course only a few people standing near her could tell that she was singing along, but she couldn't help doing so. Once the performance was over, she clapped along with other students, looking for the booth itself. ....Eh..? Where does one sign up for this club...? Which should I ask..? I kind of like the blue haired one best.. So I'll choose him Tsukiko thought to herself, but let out a soft sigh. She knew that at this point the only way she'd get an answer would be to ask. It seemed that no one else was going to speak up, in fact, a lot of the student body was entranced by the performance. As a performer, Tsukiko found herself rather unaffected, despite the talent the aesthetically pleasing boys seemed to possess, "Oi, S..So..Sora? Sora Sunbaenim..?" (how a Korean Junior refers to a Senior, polite form) She had difficulty pronouncing his name, but she didn't let the female laughter towards her affect her smile a single bit, in fact, it only made her smile a bit more. She didn't care what women thought about her, the fact that they were laughing was a sign of weakness and inner ugliness anyhow.

"E-Eh... I mean, Sora-Senpai...?" She tilted her head looking up to the sky in a questioning manner as she put her finger to to her bottom lip, lightly tapping it. She wasn't quite sure if she had gotten it right, but she truly hoped so for her own sake. It was hard switching from Korean to Japanese, considering the two languages were like night and day... She doubted she'd fully make the transition anytime soon, "Where does one sign up for this club? You've convinced me." she asked while winking and simultaneously raising a thumbs up to rate the performance. There was a small grin plastered on her face as she awaited an answer.





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"You should pay more attention then."

....She really couldn't argue with the logic that Kazuki presented her with. Akira rubbed the back of her neck with a nervous laugh, unsure of what else to do with herself now that she had signed up for her clubs and apologized to the senior, all while being able to avoid calling him 'Senpai'. She was proud of her small rebellion, but she hoped that it continued to go unnoticed. While she had been trained in a dojo, this guy was rather tall and intimidating, not to mention she wasn't looking for a fight, "I-I suppose you're right.." She responded, slightly surprised that he wasn't being aggressive or flirtatious. She was glad that this seemed to be smoothing over rather nicely, but she couldn't help that gut feeling that was still in fight or flight mode.

Her stomach was right, she had relaxed too soon. Within the blink of an eye Kazuki's face was now maybe a mere inch from her own. She could tell that he was a smoker immediately from the musky scent of smoke, but why did he smell like rain? Had it rained earlier that morning without her noticing? It took her a moment to realize the severity of the situation, but she immediately turned beat red after reality sunk in. W-Why is Miyamoto so close!? I'm supposed to be a boy! Is he bisexual!? ...He's kind of hot... No, I can't think weird things like that right now!

"Are you a girl? Because, frankly you look cute, and I wouldn't mind having something extra instead of that useless apology."

Akira's eyes widened a bit. How did he know? E-Eh Cute..? Immediately her fist clenched and she was ready to strike if he drew any closer. The way he spoke his words sent shivers down her spine, what was he playing at? Akira wasn't the smartest on the block when it came to flirtatious innuendos, or otherwise. She was a straight forward type of girl and any other approach was rather confusing for her, "I-I'm not a girl! I'm a boy. My name is Blake, Akira and I transferred to Airdalen from Britain." her British accent became quite noticeable as she grew nervous. She lived closer to London based on her dialect, but once she realized she was letting her accent slip through the cracks of her composure Akira reprimanded herself. She took a silent calming breath to get her thoughts together and reminded herself that she had to remain under control. He doesn't know or he wouldn't have asked, stay calm..

"What do you say? Aw! Watch it!"

Akira snapped into action, finally mustering up the courage to step away from Kazuki, but at that moment help had already arrived. She couldn't help but smirk when the teacher grabbed him by the ear. She held back the urge to snicker, but her amusement was evident on her face. Serves him right.. She thought to herself with a sigh of relief, though she couldn't help but wonder why she didn't punch Kazuki at the first sign of movement. She could have prevented that entire scene with one good punch...but why didn't she? It was nerve wracking, but her thoughts were torn from her failure to defend herself when Kazuki began talking again.

"Don't you have some work or something?"

"You moron! The guards told me that you have yet to pick any of the clubs and a long time has passed!"

....Are these two close...? She thought with a sweat drop beading down her forehead, shaking her head a bit. They both were a bit of a headache.. so she could see a slight personality similarity, if that counted. She began rubbing her shoulder, feeling like a third wheel. She began to walk away, but was immediately brought to a halt by Kazuki's accusation.

"Stop it, already! I got it! This kid blocked me!"

"Eh!? I just accidentally ran into you thirty seconds ago! You're the one who stopped to get all up in my face! If you were mad you could have just hit me and got it over with if you're so busy!" Akira snapped at Kazuki in an outraged manner. She couldn't believe that this guy was trying to shoulder her with the blame of his tardiness. She could feel her eye twitching from her irritation, and she was starting to wish that she had punched him when she had the chance. Remembering that she was in front of a teacher however, Akira simply bowed, "E-Eh? Gomenasai, Sensei. I apologize for my rudeness and involvement." She bowed once again for good measure.

"Stupid clubs..."

"You lousy good-for-nothing! It would make sure you stay in school than be a hooligan!"

She kind of had to agree with the teacher.. When she lived in Britain she got in all kinds of trouble due to the lack of having anything else to do with her free time. She hoped that this year would be different, but she didn't get her hopes up too high. Her grandmother was enough to drive herself crazy, but thankfully she was nothing like this guy's...whatever this teacher was to him. She was grateful that her grandmother's anger was mostly passive.

"Whatever, not my fault. You're making a bad example, in front of a student you know."

Akira realized when she was pointed at that Kazuki was once again using her for his own gain, "I don't care what Sensei does to you. I'll turn a blind eye." Akira mumbled back at him, getting rather fed up with the senior's childish and entitled behavior. What gave him the right to behave this way? It was infuriating that some of the students at this school seemed to think that the rules didn't apply to them, and Kazuki was the worst of them all.

"Who knew you have some use, short stuff."

"I'm not your damn toy! You can't pull me out whenever it's convenient!" She snapped, finally cussing. She wasn't one to do that oftenp, but this guy was really pissing her off. She could even feel her clenched fist trembling under the pressure of her grip. Somehow this guy managed to get under her skin, and it gave her the creeps. Yes, he gave her the creeps, he was in no way hot at all, she was totally deluded when she thought that earlier. It was faulty lighting and she had hurt her head on his sternum. She was thinking clearly now, right? Of course.

Akira couldn't really tell what was going on, but apparently Miyamoto joined the gardening club and was flirting with the girls. She let out a soft sigh, glad that she wasn't the only one, but it did make his compliment feel cheap. Akira closed her eyes and turned away. "Sayonara, Sensei." She called out to the teacher that was constantly badgering Miyamoto. She made her way outside of the crowd, but still nearby and bought some juice from a vending machine. She could hear music in the nearby and thought about checking it out, but honestly she just wanted to sit and enjoy her fruit punch. Akira did just that, taking a seat at an empty bench and stabbed her juice with the accompanying straw before sucking up a large amount of it's contents with a content expression on her face. Heaven... No more. Miyamoto, I've signed up for two clubs... Today's going rather well now... When she opened her eyes, a pink haired student (Tsukiko) crossed her path and she was immediately left dumbfounded. She'd seen that girl somewhere... but where? The girl was absolutely gorgeous, and her entire body practically sparkled. Although her hair color was similar to Cassiopeia, it was the only physical trait that the two females shared aside from femininity. This girl dressed rather wild, kind of like Kazuki, and she held an air of confidence that Akira couldn't ignore. S-She's so...cool! She's pretty and assured of herself.. Akira was nothing less than captivated, but the trance ended as she faded into the crowd. Akira's eyes were glued on the girl until she drifted towards the source of the music playing. She couldn't help but wonder if she had imagined the girl entirely.





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The Airdalen Social Society's show was a success with Sora not stuffing anything up for them and thanks to the support they had received from other club connections. "Oi, S..So..Sora? Sora Sunbaenim..?" Sora lifted his head after bowing at the end of their presentation to look for who was calling him amid the crowd. It was not often that someone would request for him but today was turning out a bit different. There were juniors there who had never heard of Sora before, so they did not know what to expect from the blue haired male besides what they could already judge from his looks. He always was presentable and carried himself well. The biggest problem with Sora was that he did not have any thoughts that remained as just thoughts. He always spoke straight from his mind without hesitation or restraint. He was known for his good grades but more known as an 'oddball' or 'random' to his senior acquaintances.. with a reputation like this, his club members did not want him to reply to the girl in the crowd. They were fearful he would say something that would embarrass them all and make their show all for naught. "E-Eh... I mean, Sora-Senpai...?" The girl (Tsukiko) continued asking for him and Sora continued scanning the crowd for her voice. "Where does one sign up for this club? You've convinced me." Sora's cyan blue eyes finally located her, his hair drifting in the wind as a breeze came their way and he outstretched his hand.

"Come here and I'll show you. You want me, right?"

Sora had invited the girl up on stage with him and had not been careful with his words. He never was. The words even sounded suggestive in the wrong context. Some of the crowd who had become new fans of him and his posse were astounded at how accessible these boys suddenly were. So, they started to ask for their boys by name too. It was an uproar of girls and mixed screaming for Arata, Kyo, Eiji or Sora... Sora being the second most popular as the seniors knew better than to like him.
This sudden new fandom was overwhelming for the Social Society club and in particular, Sora. The high pitched screams especially were wrecking his ear drums. Before he could voice out his annoyance, the club members covered his mouth and dragged him off the stage to let the next club (swimming club) have their turn. "Where are you taking me? The girl asked for me..." The club members dropped Sora. "Oh yeah, the new recruit. I guess we'll have to go get her!" Sora stood up and dusted off his clothes, fixing his jacket. "I should go, I am president. She asked for me." His club members started to sweat. "Sora, let us handle this... you must be tired." They tried to convince him to let this one go. "I am not tired actually. None of you can tell me what to do." They had tried to prevent him from speaking to her but he was right in saying that he is the president in the end. They shrugged their shoulders at each other for they were really too tired to keep up with him anymore. All the club members hoped for the best, that he would not do something rash to insult their potential new member.

Sora knew it would not be easy to see the girl again after the fuss that had started about him and his group so he took off his jacket and swung it over his head to slip through the crowd. If he stayed low, he assumed he would be fine. The girls had their eyes set on the stage and were not paying attention to each other or the other people within the crowd. He managed to locate the girl (Tsukiko) again as she stuck out easily with her pink hair. Sora grabbed her hand in an instant, his fingers entwining with hers firmly. "Let's go." He peaked out from under the jacket in his crouched stance to show it was him before dashing off with her in tow not waiting for her answer. He had assumed she had asked for him and did not consider that he was acting in the moment or that she may not like being dragged... or that she might even have a change of mind or... well, he did not consider anything but his goal which was to recruit members.

He stopped running when they reached an unpopular stall and hid behind it with her. He removed the jacket from over his head and peeked from the side to see if the coast was clear. It appeared as if they had lost anyone who was interested in him or his club members as those fans weren't in sight.

"That felt like being a secret agent, with you the damsel." he said childishly followed by...

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"Wow, you have a nice rack." also said shamelessly as he turned and oogled her with a straight face.

This was why girls did not like Sora.


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"Come here and I'll show you. You want me, right?"

Tsukiko quirked an eyebrow, unsure if the boy was simply forward with his advances or was extremely oblivious, but she went along with his flow regardless, "Of course I do." She replied with huge confidence and her signature sugar sweet smile. She had practiced that exact expression over a hundred times in front of a mirror when she first signed with her label. She followed up with one well timed bat of her eyelashes, "Arigato, Senpai." She moved to step forward but was soon caught up in the crowd of crazed fangirls. Suddenly she was on the receiving end of the torment that innocent bystanders received whenever she made a public appearance. When she finally pushed a girl away from her, the others understood that shoving her was not going to be tolerated. She wasn't getting shot around like a pinball anymore, but the annoying screams were beginning to drive her more than a little insane. When she preformed the only thing that kept her sane was her manager reminding her to be nice through her wireless earpiece.

Tsukiko spotted someone sneaking through the crowd, presumably male and immediately stared at them a bit funny. Did this one get dropped on his head when he was a child? Tsukiko thought to herself with bewilderment evidently painted upon her face. She realized as they drew closer that it was the boy named Sora, his clothe was slightly taken by surprise when he claimed her hand with his, not hesitating to lace his fingers with hers. Her eyes landed on their hands, then on him, a small smirk forming. If she wasn't convinced to join this club before, she was definitely liking it a lot more now.

"Let's go."

"Lead the way then." She responded back with an amused tone, but was surprised by the speed in which he fled the scene. She picked up her feet barely in time to keep up. She was not used to sprinting, seeing as she typically had body guards or her agent with her. Was this typical among normal high school students? She had nothing to compare this to, well, other than her experience with her own fans, but she was fairly certain that a vast majority of high school students did not have deranged fans screaming them towards early auditory issues. She was relieved when they finally stopped, letting out a long sigh. This wasn't as bad as when she was on tour, but it was still ridiculous. School was supposed to be a break from her busy life as a celebrity, well, at least until she grew more popular here in Japan. In due time Tsukiko would be unable to find a moment solace without fleeing from Asia.

"That felt like being a secret agent, with you the damsel."

"Damsel? Well then, thank you for saving my life, Mr. Bond. I am forever in your debt." Tsukiko replied with a light giggle, playing along with his scenario, but she wasn't certain if he would know who James Bond was or not. She was a bit of a movie fanatic, but she knew that was not the case for everyone and she often would recite a quote and no one would realize where it was from.

"Wow, you have a nice rack."

Tsukiko blinked for a moment, then gazed upon herself in her school uniform. Sure, her blazer was undone, but her button up top was not. Either this boy was very observant or just a shameless flirt, but judging by his previous interaction, she assumed observant, "You think so? I really wouldn't be able to tell through a shirt like this... but thank you, I'm glad to hear it." She responded with a smile on her face. She began to grow curious whether he sang professionally or if he was some unnoticed talent. She liked his voice, and she couldn't get the performance off of her mind. However, since Sora was taking the chance to gawk at her, she decided to give him another once over as well. She was a lot closer to him than she was when he had been on stage so she noticed a lot more about him. Despite being older than her, he had an incredibly young face and his blue hair and eyes made him incredibly unique, much like her own hair color, albeit her own hair was dyed and his did not appear to be tampered with in such a manner. Once she was satisfied with her assessment of her upperclassmen, Tsukiko smirked a bit, "You're not so bad yourself, Senpai." She added to her reply towards him. Her tone was completely sincere, without a single trace of sarcasm. Though before she got carried away, Tsukiko returned to the matter at hand. Her manager would probably smack her hand with a ruler if he knew that she was hesitating to close a publicity opportunity, "Business first, then play.. I need to sign up for another club or two as well." She stated almost entirely to herself, raising a finger mockingly as she made fun of her manager. A disappointed sigh escaping her lips. She wished to play around with him some more, but if she understood her manager's instructions correctly, her time for signing up was limited to half a day. She did not have a lot of time, seeing as she arrived very late in the process, "My name is Kitogawa, Tsukiko.. and it's a pleasure to meet you, Sora-Senpai...Would you mind escorting me to the sign up sheet to your booth, love?" She asked in a direct and somewhat flirtatious manner. She didn't want to pour it on too thick, so she kept her playfulness to a minimum. She wasn't entirely sure if he was interested in anything aside from what was underneath her shirt after all. She didn't want to push too many buttons, because she hated rejection more than anything. She wasn't looking to start her day off in a foul mood. Keep it fun and playful, it's only your first day, Tsuki.. She had repeated that in her head so many times today that she was beginning to think that it would soon become her unofficial mantra.





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Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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Sora was not too worried about the fame his club had received from their fake idol show. He knew it was only a matter of time before the fame would die down for he was not like the popular kids at Airdalen. He had experienced many times girls who had taken an interest in him only to yell or take a shot at slapping him in the face. He did not understand it but he was certain that there was something seriously wrong with women. It was like they desired for him to lie to them like their girlfriends or exes would when they would retort with things like, โ€œHow dare you say that about me!โ€ or โ€œYouโ€™re a rude jerk!โ€ and he would reply with, โ€œOn the contrary, I am being honest and polite.โ€

"Damsel? Well then, thank you for saving my life, Mr. Bond. I am forever in your debt." Sora tilted his head, his bangs falling a little over his facial features. He was confused by the reference of โ€˜Mr Bondโ€™. He had not heard of Bond before with the exception being a brand of undergarments. โ€Bond? Are you making reference to the undergarment brand? Iโ€™m afraid I do not know the brand of my undergarments but I can check right now.โ€


"You think so? I really wouldn't be able to tell through a shirt like this... but thank you, I'm glad to hear it." Sora was about to repeat what he usually says, โ€œOn the contrary, I am being honest andโ€”oh, you took the compliment. Thatโ€™s nice.โ€ He admitted to his surprise that the pink-haired girl accepted his praise where most girls would not. "I do not understand women most of the time." He confided to her randomly as he straighten his posture and looked to the sky. While it may look like he was being deep in thought, he was not. He just liked the sky. He was named after it.

Sora observed as her eyes scanned his body. He said nothing, having no thoughts to share about it for he was used to it and deemed it normal behaviour. He too, liked to partake in scanning peopleโ€™s bodies when the time was given.โ€œYou're not so bad yourself, Senpai." The pink-haired girl smirked at him, also admitting to the fact she had given him the once over. โ€That is good, I make an effort every morning." He confessed, nodding his head. He found this junior very easy to talk to compared to a lot of other females who would only take offense at his words. โ€It is a relief that the female population has some hope. Iโ€™ve had to deal with a lot of dumb ones.โ€ he said his thought out loud as he remembered his ex. Even though he spoke of her, he was not depressed at all. He had not been attached in that relationship.

"Business first, then play.. I need to sign up for another club or two as well." Sora started to rub his chin, also not because he was deep in thought. He rubbed it because he had an itch. โ€I would like to partake in other clubs too. I think it would look good in my school reports.โ€ Even though Sora did not look it, he was a bit of a nerd considering he spent most of his time reading compared to socializing. This was just a day exception as he is the ASS President. Even though he is not a social person, being one who speaks from his thoughts outright makes him very talkative.

"My name is Kitogawa, Tsukiko.. and it's a pleasure to meet you, Sora-Senpai...Would you mind escorting me to the sign up sheet to your booth, love?" Sora nodded, taking her hand in his again. He did not know this was a gesture exclusive to couples. He just did it because it was easier to show someone the way when attached to them by some means. โ€I would not mind at all. I believe it is this way. Come Tsu.โ€ Sora had already started calling her by a nickname, without requesting permission. As far as his logic went, time was of the essence and calling her a shorter form would be easier for him to save important time.

When they had arrived at the Social Society stall, most of his team was present but fast asleep behind the counter. It looked like they had put all their energy into the performance, dodging crazy fans and looking after Sora so he didn't ruin their club name. โ€How very lazy of them.โ€ He stated bluntly, seeing their exhaustion as being lazy rather than reasoning the hard work they had already put in. He went behind the counter and plopped the clipboard paper with pen on top of it. He tested that the pen was working by writing on his hand 'sky' before lightly pushing it and the clipboard towards Tsukiko for signing. โ€You sign your name here.โ€ Sora pointed out the obvious, poking at the sheet where the blank space was after the last name that had been signed. He liked to make sure as people could be very stupid in his eyes. Some recruits had written on random blank spaces. "What other clubs are you interested in? It's good to stay in numbers. Club days are always dramatic." Sora said with a serious tone before looking down at his shoes. One of his sleeping club members had hugged his leg mistaking it for a pillow. He wiggled them off his leg roughly, not caring if he hurt them. "That is my leg. You have your own." He debated with the sleeping club member. He was bent down, eyeing the guy intensely and shoving his shoulder. Fortunately, the male member remained fast asleep unable to react.

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Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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"Hmm..." Tadashi's morning was a low one. He awoke to his speakers playing the gentle strums of a cello solo-ist and had promptly decided to skip the snooze-sleep-snooze cycle. He slowly walked down the stairs leaving his bedroom and went down into the living area. He lived in a corner town-home on the edge of the Tazikane District, or rather it was 'downtown'. A hip locations where mostly college students lived. The area suited him very well, his home was 2 stories with a roof for a balcony, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms a kitchen and open wood floor area that doubled as a living room and dining room. He loved the house but hated how empty it felt with him just living there. One of the larger rooms was turned into his music and performance room do to the superior acoustics it provided. This left him in the master bedroom upstairs, the other empty room down the hall from his own which was the second largest bedroom. The music room which was down stairs next to the empty guest room. This home was designed with the mindset of hosting several different individuals and was accommodating as well. The architecture was rather clever for maximizing space on the inside, looking at it from a distance you wouldn't suspect it being a 4 bedroom home. Tadashi was leaning against the counter in his kitchen sipping on some fresh tea he just made when a phone call came through. He answered the phone calmly after taking another sip from his cup. "Hello? Oh yes, mister Harumas good morning. I see-.... Excellent, I'll be starting today then?" Tadashi smiled hearing more good news as he stepped towards his front door and saw the package he was just told about would be waiting there. "Honestly mister Harumas you're too much. Do I have to keep reminding you that you are not a butler?" His tone was sarcastic but he simply smiled as he looked at the package in his hand. "Understood. I won't be late, thank you again. Good-bye."

He hung up and moved into action. That was the phone call he had been waiting for. His credits and grades had been transferred and successfully accepted by his old school Airdalen Academy. He showered and changed into his uniform, shaking his head noticing that his music teacher as well as mentor had acquired the proper size for his school uniform. He had opted to buy his lunch at school today, grabbing his black satchel bag and straightened his home before departing his house. He out two earbuds in and decided to walk, listening to opera music as he started his journey. His choice of location was purposefully far away. To arrive at his school, it required a 12 minute train ride, or a 23 minute bus ride. The walk alone was nearly 40 minutes from his home to the front gate. Or if he caught a ride, a direct drive would be 18 minutes. But this didn't bother him, yes it meant that he had to wake up a tad bit earlier but he was able to maintain his privacy. Besides, the night life by him home was something worth checking out, he was right at the epicenter of creativity and fun in the city that they lived in. It spoke very much too him, he was just close enough to walk to all the interesting sites and locations but far enough away that he wasn't bothered but the very same population he decided to surround himself with. Tadashi opted on the train, going down into the tunnels and selecting his seat. However he stood up when he saw a mother carrying her baby and insisted that she sit down and take his place. He stood for the rest of the journey listening to his opera music peacefully until he arrived at his location.

Emerging from the subway, Tadashi glanced around at his surroundings beginning to have minor flashbacks and reminiscent memories..... Not all of them were pleasant. He took a moment to breath in some fresh air and moved on getting closer to his old school. His mind couldn't help but wonder what might happen once he gets to school. Wold anyone remember him? Would everyone remember him? Was there a chance that stories about him had spread so much that even the younger freshmen knew? He was a known character in the school for being.... Different back then. Nobody really talked to him. But he had told himself to let it go some time ago, Tadashi knew that he wasn't entirely over it as much as he wanted to tell himself that. It's hard to forget the bad things that had happened to you in the past. Tadashi walked on until he met the front gates of Airdalen. He looked up and saw the sign, reading the school name as well as it's quote below it from across the street. He felt his heart begin to pick up as he crossed the street, getting the attention of the guards who were turning to greet him when he finally arrived. Tadashi choked a tiny bit on his own words, but then cleared his throat to introduce himself. "Good morning. I'm a transfer student that's starting here, I was told that my name would be on a list? I am Kiomine, Tadashi." They checked a list, but then pulled a sticky note from off the guard shack wall and looked it over. He was promptly allowed in, being addressed that he was late but it was no big deal seeing as right now the clubs were having a moment to recruit. Tadashi thanked the men and went on to the faculty office to get his credentials in order. Arriving inside the school, he scanned all around taking in every detail of the difference he was seeing from back then. One thing that was for sure was- everything seemed smaller or shorter. He smiled at the realization remembering that he was 4 inches shorter over a year ago as well as several pounds heavier. He moved on to find the faculty office, wondering if all the same teachers were here- and if they remembered him.

Tadashi left the office holding a file in his hand and gently closed the door behind him. He had a small smile on his face, from talking to his teachers. What they discussed, he planned on keeping to himself but it was heart warming to say the least. The senior wondered the empty halls trying to go off of memory to how the school was laid out and it did not fail him. He found the gymnasium just as he had remembered it in building E. He headed into the locker room to change into his gym clothes, constantly looking over his shoulder in case he missed seeing anyone in here. He did hear some commotion from around the school thanks to the club activities. It cheered him up to hear all of the enthusiastic students getting involved in what interested them. Tadashi was told that he would get a chance to sign up for the classes after school seeing as he couldn't possibly have enough time to review them all so quickly. He would wait a little after the bell rang to enter the gymnasium finding the last of the students to leave going to their respective classes. It seemed that Tadashi was the first to arrive for this specific class, looking over his schedule. "It appears that I'm in the right location... Freshmen and seniors share this class together. I guess then I'll have a chance to meet my junior." He looked over her information for a moment. <Hmm.... Is she related to Kitogawa, Shiori?> He remembered the smartest girl in his class (Shiori) from all those years ago. But nothing about her having a sibling- especially one with pink hair. Tadashi decided to put his file away knowing that he wouldn't need it for gym class. He moved towards the bleachers and sat on the first row of seats, the senior took a breath and reclined back trying to relax before class started. His mind couldn't help but reflect on what had happened here before and what could happen now. He would wait and closed his eyes, thinking of a certain song he was writing at the time. His right foot tapped on the ground to the beat he had written for it. <So this is how it all starts again.... A lot more peaceful than I originally planned.>

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Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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โ€Bond? Are you making reference to the undergarment brand? Iโ€™m afraid I do not know the brand of my undergarments but I can check right now.โ€

"Goodness no, Bond is a fictional spy, his name is James Bond." Tsukiko replied between a series of giggles, highly amused by Sora's response, so much so, that she had to cover her mouth with her hand to contain her laughter. This was the first time she'd had a good, genuine laugh in quite some time and she had to admit that it was nice, "It's a movie series. I could let you borrow the first one sometime if you're into movies. I rarely get to watch them, so I think they're rather nice." though she was then distracted by Sora's response to how she reacted to his boob compliment, because it seemed a bit inaccurate based on her acceptance of the compliment and came across as rehearsed. Apparently this guy received a lot of rejection. Poor fellow. I wonder how many times he has been slapped...

โ€œOn the contrary, I am being honest andโ€”oh, you took the compliment. Thatโ€™s nice.โ€

"I take it that you are not used to receiving a lot of good signals to that one?" Tsukiko inquired, giggling softly after asking her question. She couldn't contain herself, this boy was definitely amusing and fun, a little unpredictable and definitely didn't sugar coat his words. She was almost attracted to his honest better than his looks, but only almost. She knew that honest could turn into a turn-off just as quickly as it could become a turn-on. She let out a calm breath and inhaled one with enthusiasm. Today was a good day, she just knew it couldn't go wrong. She had a gut feeling and she was flying with it today. She refused to let anyone dampen her current mood.

"I do not understand women most of the time."

"I'll let you in on a little known fact: women seldomly understand themselves. It's natural to feel that way. as Sora gazed upon the sky, Tsukiko checked him out again, realizing she'd scored rather well for her first few minutes attending the school. He wasn't dumb as a doorknob and he was extremely cute, she was very glad that she'd chosen him. Also his hair was very fetching, the color and the style both made him hard to ignore, so much that she did not catch her words as they casually slipped out, "Is your hair color naturalโ€” I only ask because my own is not." she quickly added to her question, fusing it with the statement in a slightly awkward manner. Typically she would have been more eloquent, but the question managed to slip past her strict vocal filters and breathed life far before she was able to carefully cultivate her words into a more fluid and socially acceptable inquiry.

โ€That is good, I make an effort every morning."

"Has anyone told you that you're absolutely adorable?" Tsukiko inquired, tilting her head a bit, resulting in her pink hair shifting. It was currently not in her signature high and fringed pigtails, but was instead tied up into one messy ponytail with a pink and white striped hair bow holding it together. Her golden eyes narrowed a bit as she realized her words could be taken as an insult, "Not in a childlike way, you're more like a cute puppy." she responded in a serious and blunt manner, not regretting her words for a moment. She had been given no reason to show restraint, so far he had been responding positively toward her after all. He did seem to have bad luck with women, judging by how he worded his responses, but she felt that she would be able to get along with this hot boy because of his rotten luck with other women.

โ€It is a relief that the female population has some hope. Iโ€™ve had to deal with a lot of dumb ones.โ€

"Eh? That's a lot of pressure to live up to~" Tsukiko chimed in a halfhearted manner, a joking expression on her face, but she was unsure if he would catch the humor in her tone or respond with obliviousness, seeing as the James Bond joke went over his head. The fact that he didn't know what she was talking about only made him more precious in her opinion, "I'm not that good at school work, but I do like to believe I have all certain amount of common sense." Tsukiko responded with a sheepish laugh. She never expected to be complimented on her intellect, especially since her agent was always nagging her about the horrible grades she had made back in Korea. It wasn't that she was stupid, she was just always too busy for studying and often neglected to do her school work. Tapping her cheek as she thought on Sora's words, Tsukiko explained her situation further without exactly stating her celebrity status, "I was on the road a lot before moving to Japan, so studying has been quite difficult."

โ€I would like to partake in other clubs too. I think it would look good in my school reports.โ€

Seeing a boy care about his education seemed rather rare, but she was not going to comment on that aspect. Tsukiko nodded, beginning to wonder what her own school reports looked like, but she didn't want to imagine that much failure on one piece of paper. The thought brought a shiver down her spine, "Caring about your future is an admirable trait." She responded with a smile, not sure what else she could have replied with in that moment. When Sora took her hand once more, Tsukiko allowed it. She wasn't shy, so she in fact rather enjoyed holding his hand, especially because he meant nothing serious by it. The playful flirting was just what she was looking for. She didn't want anything else, everything else was always too complicated. She knew complicated from experience and she hated complicated.

โ€I would not mind at all. I believe it is this way. Come Tsu.โ€

"Hai, thank you, Sora-Senpai." She didn't feel right switching to straightforwardly to first name basis without honorifics, at least not this early on. She barely knew anything about this boy, despite the brilliant first impression that he had made, so she refused to go too quick before she felt she could trust him. Even she knew better than to trust someone so easily, she had learnt the hard way once or twice, but thankfully she had brilliant body guards and her agent was super protective and dependable. She followed behind, not minding the nickname, but she wasn't participating yet either. She wanted to get a better feel for this boy's character before she deemed him as a possible friend. She was surprised to see the Social society club was all passed out, but after that crowd management, she felt that it was only to be expected. She felt bad for the boys, especially since it was partially her fault that they were forced to work so hard. She nearly apologized, but was surprised by Sora's incoming words.

โ€How very lazy of them.โ€

Tsukiko wasn't really sure if his description of the members was very accurate, in fact, she felt that they had worked quite hard today, but it was none of her business what Sora felt about the members of the club, at least not yet. She was simply relieved that she was not on the receiving end of his harsher statements.

โ€You sign your name here.โ€

Tsukiko smiled a bit, only slightly offended by the common sense statement, "Thanks." She responded, signing her name. It was difficult to not sign her Korean stage name, having become second nature over the years. She managed to scribble down her birth name instead, despite her immediate reflex. She noticed the random signatures, realizing that his statement held some merit, apparently some people were not as orderly about signing up as she had been.

"What other clubs are you interested in? It's good to stay in numbers. Club days are always dramatic."

"Band and Inryoku in-waiting." Tsukiko responded after she looked around at the nearby booths. The pink haired girl chose the two others, but it was a difficult choice considering there was a limit on how many clubs one could participate in. She found it very stressful to pick just three considering she'd never been in a club before now.

"That is my leg. You have your own."

Tsukiko began laughing again, wiping her eye, skillfully managing to avoid smudging her eyeliner or mascara. Just after she managed to stop laughing, the bell rang. She shook her head at Sora's behavior, highly amused by the first boy that she'd met at this new school. Perhaps moving here was going to be even better than she thought?

"I'm going to run on ahead. Seems that we don't have the time. I'll see you around, Sora-Senpai." She responded with a smile before rushing off towards the other two clubs she wished to join. She signed up before they closed up, and she made her way quickly towards her first class. She wasn't looking forward to it. She was not very athletic. She didn't know how to play most sports, because she never did as a child and she was not forced to participate in strenuous activity before now. She entered the school gymnasium realizing that everyone else had changed. She searched by gazing around and found the girl's locker room in no time. Tsukiko removed her jacket before even entering the locker room, but waited to remove her actual top until she was among only females. Her skirt quickly followed and she got dressed, actually feeling more confident the more other girls stared at her. She put on her gym attire and closed her locker, returning to the groups near the bleachers. She chose to climb the bleachers, having spotted a familiar face. She realized that a brunette make (Johnny) seemed to be conversing with the familiar girl, but Tsukiko didn't care, "Shi? Is that you? It's been so long! Give your favorite cousin a hug!" She called out in a loud and excited manner, hugging her cousin, not realizing that her cousin would have a violent reaction to the unwelcome and unexpected affection. She hadn't seen Shiori since they were in preschool, so she wasn't used to her cousin's harsh exterior. She did however know that her cousin was timid and probably wouldn't have wanted all eyes on her, "You're so cute now! I wonder when I got taller than you?"





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Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Argyris Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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Tadashi could feel them... the eyes starring at them now. More and more students began to enter the gymnasium making it harder and harder for him to keep track. So to put it simply, he stopped counting freeing more of his mind to focus on the 'at hand' matters in front of him. The new girl (Cassiopeia) was elated to be able to sit next to him and did just thought. He smiled more naturally feeling her good nature rubbing off on him. Those judging from the outside might think that he would be faking, he definitely didn't appear to be the type to truly relate with such a pure and innocent girl like her. But he lacked the mannerisms that someone like Kazuki had. He was much gentler and quiet, never one to be boisterous.

"Really? Thank you very much." Tadashi smiled at the girl and her companion, passively holding up a hand. "Please, it's only the polite thing to do. I would never deny someone a place to sit if I didn't have a good reason to. "Yes, you are correct! I am a senior student. I just recently transferred here last year. Oh, silly me! Where are my manners? I haven't introduce myself yet. My name is Argyris, Cassiopeia Elegy. You may call me whatever you see fit. And this is Clio.""Name Clio! Pleasure to meet! Clio Name!" Tadashi had a reserved chuckle finding the company of the two to be rather enjoyable. "It is a pleasure to meet you both Argyris-chan. Clio-chan." He would make the extra effort to talk to her companion Clio as if he was another person, treating it with equal respect. It was very clear that this small robot meant a lot to her, so he would care for it in order to please the girl he was with. In the back of his mind he ran some thoughts through his mind, wondering how much that robot as actually worth to the girl. While thinking this through he would listen and answer all of Cassiopeia's curious questions. "Yes, I am a senior student as well. And to answer your second question, I am actually an old student here. I left to go abroad before last year started and had just recently returned a little over a month ago.". He kept it vague for a reason, although he did know that he could most likely open up to his new friend Cassiopeia he decided against it for now. He knew what was happening around him.

"You have such beautiful eyes, Tadashi-kun. It's like the color of sunset... so pretty." Tadashi blinked looking back into Cassiopeia's eyes seeing that she had leaned close. People had talked about his eyes before, not always in a positive light but it was about even in the variety of discussion. "Why- thank you Argyris-chan. He had leaned back at the first but soon, the senior adjusted and sat back up straight letting the pink haired girl invade his space. He knew that she meant no harm at all. He was deducing that it was simply her nature and she was very open about herself. He was surprised by her next comment, not very many people noticed his scars unless they were paying attention. "Are you hurt? We should get you treated if so and we might just met, but if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask me anything." Tadashi paused for a moment to look down at his left arm, looking at what he had done to himself- but simply smiled. "No need to worry Argyris-chan. They don't hurt anymore, they're from a long time ago.... I feel much better now." And he did, it was the truth.

"Pardon my interruption, Kiomine-san. I see you have come back." Tadashi turned to see Aeon had approached and addressed them both. Or rather he addressed Cassiopeia first then moved on to him. He was startled to the fact that the 'school idol' had already known who he was, but was even more surprised that he was recognized so quickly. A part of him was relieved that he was remembered, but another small piece of his mind was rather disappointed that he could be recognized so easily. He was an observant one however, the 'white prince' of the school. He held no ill-contempt but the 'awe factor' of the trio was quickly rising. "Let me welcome you back to Airdalen." "Hai, arigato Belrose-San.... It is good to be back." He nodded to Aeon politely casting a quick glance to the growing students around him. His iris slowly shifted to more of a red listening around him-

"Did he just say Kiomine?" "Like- that kid that got picked on a disappeared?" "I heard he ran away to some foreign country." "I heard he was taken by the police because he wanted to kill everyone in the school." The seniors were getting suspicious, and the juniors were either clueless or being fed gossip about him if anyone cared to listen.

Tadashi shifted in his seat watching the two (Aeon and Cassiopeia) discussing with one another. It would seem that the usual cold and stone faced idol had become his new friend's closest companion. He found it amusing, but sensed that they had known each other for some time now given how they communicated with one another. That was an issue he could likely find out, but ultimately it wasn't his business. People would let you in when they were comfortable and ready to. Tadashi tilted his head up when Cassiopeia turned back after a childish pout pointing to her lips. "I really like Tadashi-kun's eyes. But I think it would be prettier if you also make them smile." Tadashi couldn't help himself. The entire time he just had a subtle friendly expression on his face, but his muscles twitched and moved beginning to smile all on his own. It wasn't a very large smile, but his white teeth were exposed in a flattering smile. He would look down after a moment, then gaze back up to get a better look at his surroundings. He got people glancing and starring at him from the jealous boys, to the curious girls and even more curious former-now current classmates.

Through the crowd he saw a glimpse of white-blue hair lower itself into a sitting position instantly recognizing it. "Gen..." He would quietly mumble to himself, suddenly having a desire to speak to her. Tadashi would stand up slowly and face both Aeon and Cassiopeia "I am terribly sorry for this. But seeing as I have just returned, there are a few people that I would like to see again. Argyris-chan." He would turn and step forward to the girl gently grabbing her hands in his own, a gesture he was sure to make an impression on her. She'd watch his eyes turn more purple now as he spoke again. "It was truly a pleasure to speak with you. Perhaps we can talk some more during class, or maybe even lunch. You appear to be a fascinating person. Would you like to meet again for food, or studying?" He would slowly let go of the woman's hands and took a step back to give a shallow bow, waiting for her response. He would bow again to Aeon. He glanced up noticing Shiori and perked up beginning to walk backwards. He noticed that the tall fellow (Johnny) was beginning a conversation with her but didn't want to interrupt.

Tadashi would wave towards Shiori in an attempt to get her attention. He did remember her very well, he had a smile across as he lips as he waved now very keen on speaking with her as well. He had so much to do in a short period of time. It was then that another pink haired girl had entered the scene and seemingly glomped his old classmate Shiori. He blinked and laughed a little bit, but suddenly recognized her looks realizing that it was Tsukiko. He sighed knowing that he had a responsibility to talk to her. <Why am I so worried about time? I have quite literally all of class to talk to people..>. Tadashi would pause and truly think about his options, even delving so deep as to think of an alternate reality of the different options he could make. It all made for an interesting thought but he couldn't dwell on that. After a blink of the eyes, changing the amount of red and purple in them so they were even again Tadashi would turn around and walk across the gym. He would look to Gen and smile, remembering their little talks they had together when he was younger. He had waited outside of the school the very last day to try and say goodbye, but he never got a chance to. The one person he wanted to confide to at that moment and he wasn't able to. That had really eaten away at him. He ignored the looks and politely excused himself around any students he walked past until he made his final destination. He was her (Gen) sitting by herself more-or-less tapping her foot nervously. He knew it wasn't a song, the beat was infrequent and sporadic. "Miss Fukui..." He would call out and kneel at somewhat of an angle to Gen'sleft. if she glanced up, he would look her in the eyes and smile. His own turning more purple as if a tide was rising on a beach. A soft smile was on his lips, having excused himself from absolutely wonderful company just to talk to her. He had a feeling that something was wrong but he wouldn't pry or intrude. He did feel compelled to the only friend he use to have right then and there, she deserved that.
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Character Portrait: Akira Blake Character Portrait: Bishop Trander Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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<Where is it? Where is it?!> Bishop was dashing around the auditorium where all the club booths were. He zoomed past the gardening club, making their members' heads turn. He ran towards Gen's club of Inryoku in Waiting and slid to a halt. He panted softly, starring back at the butlers and maids who were gawking at him for obvious reasons. "Not here either!" He would bolt off again as people stared at his backside for.... Reasons. He was trying to find the Airdalen Social Society club booth but was having a rather hard time locating it. He was slowly getting tired as well, but he finally found it. The bell rang as well, causing him to panic and run faster through the moving crowd of students and faculty. "Excuse me! Sorry, excuse me!" A half naked blonde kid was a rare sight in school, generally that was rare in Japan in the first place.

Bishop broke free and made to Sora booth slamming his hands on the booth's table breathing heavily from all of his running, now having a light sheen of sweat on his chest and stomach. "This is the Social Society right? Is it too late to sign up?" His blue eyes looked to the sitting senior Sora, having not known that he had just missed a fellow junior Tsukiko. It was quite the entrance he made, standing in his flip flops and Streamers swim suit. He really hoped that he wasn't too late to sign up for Sora's club. It seemed really cool, especially with all the singing and dancing going on..... Or was that a ploy kinda like what his club did? He couldn't say for sure, all Bishop knew was that he wanted to be a part of this club.

If he wasn't too late, then Bishop would sign up for the club and bow in thanks to Sora for allowing him to do so. "Arigato~ this club seems really cool and I wanted to join. See you soon!" With that, he would turn and bolt off again being full of young and innocent energy. He picked up his bags by the swimming club booth and helped with the take down. He talked with his club mates discussing how many sign ups they got, excited by the fact that their little performance actually worked in increasing the total numbers of students signing up. Even if they didn't all stay with the club, to have a lot of students in it was always awesome. Bishop said his goodbyes and looked at his schedule to see what his next class was. "Oh, gym class! That's pretty close by." Bishop decided not to change again seeing as he would be switching into his P.E. clothes, so changing twice would be a waist. He walked the halls in his jammers, jacket and flip flops happily and ignorantly making his way to the boy's locker room. Once he made it, he found a locker and stowed his things away then began to change. He wasn't shy, no need to be really. Bishop was comfortable in his own body. Not from him being so fit, but since he had spent much of his life next to naked around his teammates and spectators for swimming being shirtless and in his boxers was actually more comfortable than clothes.

Bishop had kept to himself in the locker room, then emerged wearing his new school gym uniform. He had a light and young smile on his face looking around to see if there was anyone he knew. Slowly walking towards the bleachers Bishop noticed that one guy- Akira sitting by himself. "Hey- Blake-san~" He would call out to him then give a light jog over to the boy trying to get his attention. Bishop really wanted someone to talk to, he was so excited about school starting especially after he had met his club mates for swimming. "Hey Blake-san what's up? Did you sign up for any cool clubs?" He would smile to his male peer, even sitting down beside him in the gym. Bishop sat close to be friendly, but was far from invading someone's space. Just tow boys striking up a conversation and he really wanted to get to know him (Akira) better. Bishop's goal for attending high school was to gain just one best friend.

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Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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Shiori pretended that she did not notice the tall brunet male making his ascent. As he traveled up the stairs she grew slightly nervous. She did not know this guy, at all. Why was he coming closer? She was the only person up this high..

What are you doing? I'm not s nice person. You shouldn't come closer! she thought to herself, growing rather anxious. She would have found a reason to escape, but since she was on top of the bleachers there weren't many places for her to run. She was practically trapped unless she wished to make a scene, which she definitely did not. Before she could second guess her decision to stand strong, the boy (Johnny) had made his way to her.

โ€œPleasure to meet you. My name is Johnny, but you can call me Jay.โ€

Shiori removed her earphones in time to catch his name, letting the earbuds fall into her lap, "Kitogawa, Shiori." She responded back with a serious and calm expression on her face. There was no possible way she'd be able to call him by first name, so she refrained from addressing him, "How do you know it's a pleasure to meet me?" She asked with an arrogant and amused smirk, her defense mechanism kicking into play. She was becoming too nervous and so the cocky persona kicked in.

โ€œAre these seats taken?โ€

"They seem to be empty to me." Shiori responded, closing her eyes. A smile formed on her lips, showing how amused she was, although she was simply faking it. She honestly did not want to be so abrasive. Before she could beat herself up about her behavior, her phone began vibrating. She pulled it out of her jacket and blinked as she realized she had a text. She never got texts, except from her father and Kazuhiko. This one was from the school, so she was more than a little curious of it's contents. She tapped on the screen with her finger, opening the message on her expensive touch screen phone.

To: Kitogawa, Shiori

You have been exclusively invited to the Airdalen Halloween Dance!

Today
at 7 P.M.
HIMEJI CASTLE

You are required to attend with a date from the following guest list.


A dark blush immediately crossed her cheeks, a certain someone immediately coming to mind, but she knew that it wouldn't work out. For starters, she was too embarrassed to dance with anyone, like ever. If that wasn't enough, she felt even more nervous when he touched her. How would they ever dance? Then to put the icing on the cake, even if it did work out, he was her junior partner.. She could never ask him. If he declined it would ruin their professional relationship forever. Though as she thought about it, why would it? It wasn't like she had feelings for him, no way! She simply knew Rhys better than the other boys in the school, that was it. It was ridiculous to think that there could be more to it. She was definitely overthinking it. It's only weird if you like him, which I-I don't! So all I have to do is work up the courage... H-He knows that I don't like him that way... J-Just as friends.. That's all they were. Rhys was just a super attractive friend that she really wanted to ask to the dance. Suddenly she was left in a daze as she stared down at her phone. Perhaps I could ask Kazuhiko to practice dancing...? He was the only person she would let touch her, but even his rights were limited. Slow dancing would definitely push the limits to what she usually allowed... but if it would help desensitize her enough to dance with Rhys, it would be well wor- then she shook her head. She wasn't even sure that he would say yes, and he probably wouldn't.. Why was she allowing herself to get this far ahead of herself?

Once she snapped out of her daze, she noticed that her old classmate Tadashi was waving towards her, and she blinked in surprise, waving back with a dumbfounded expression on her face. They had not actually spoke to each other that much, except for short, general talk. He had changed a lot in physical appearance, and his current appearance was definitely easy on the eyes. Even so, she was still trying to figure out how she could ask Rhys without coming across as weird or assuming anything..

"Shi? Is that you? It's been so long! Give your favorite cousin a hug!"

That accent.. She knew it. It was quite familiar.. Then as the word 'cousin' was spoken, Shiori immediately froze solid in fear. She knew exactly who the owner of that voice was, and it definitely was not a good thing! Before she could push past Johnny and run away, Tsukiko practically tackled Shiori back down into her seat, the pinkette tightly wrapping her arms around Shiori. Shiori's eyes widened in shock, mentally freaking out. She even stopped breathing for a moment. Her cousin would do this every time she visited, which was not often. The last time she'd seen Tsukiko in person was when they were in preschool. A lot had changed since then, Shiori had become far more distant and reserved. She noticed that Tadashi was laughing, and she knew under normal circumstances, this situation should have been humorous.

"You're so cute now! I wonder when I got taller than you?"

"I've always been shorter than you, Baka!" Shiori snapped, just loud enough to get her point across. She did not wish to make the current scene any worse than it already was.

Shiori shoved Tsukiko off of her, but in a safe direction instead of down the bleachers. Shiori stood immediately afterwards, putting one hand on her hip, "Don't touch me so familiarly, Tsuki." She replied in a stern tone, bowing to Johnny without making eye contact, too ashamed to look him in the face. She had behaved horribly again due to her phobia, and she was running out of patience with herself, "Excuse me. Gomenasai." She didn't give much more of an explanation, heading toward the bathroom in a rush. She pushed the doors open, heading into one of the stalls. She leaned her head against the door of the stall, tugging on her hair gently with both of her hands, trying to stop herself from shaking. She could feel the tears threatening to fall, and despite her best efforts to vanquish them, they poured down her cheeks. She let them fall for a moment before wiping them away. She had to get back out there before roll call.. She unlocked the door and stepped out to one of the sinks, letting water pour from the faucet and she splashed her face, "Get it together.."

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Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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Kitogawa-san, Perfect. Thatโ€™s another name to commit to memory, Johnny thought. He then suddenly remembered that Japan was all about last names. Shit.

โ€œHow do you know itโ€™s a pleasure to meet me?โ€ The girl asked before Johnny could correct himself. Johnny caught โ€œHow do you knowโ€ as well as the rest of the words he had used beforeโ€ฆ in other words, he understood the question perfectly. The girl held a cold exterior, but wore an easy, almost cocky smile. Though he was a dumbass at times, and came across as not terribly intelligent, Johnny had street smarts and face-reading. He could tell this girl needed a friend.

Johnny donned his confident and friendly smile as he leaned onto one leg. His forearms rose on both sides in a casual shrug. [/b]โ€œMeeting new people is always a pleasure. Oh, and my last name is Farelli,โ€[/b] The foreigner repliedโ€ฆ At least, he was pretty sure thatโ€™s what he said.

The girl appeared to display confusion as she produced her own phone. An emergency? Random text? Johnny didnโ€™t want to pry. Itโ€™d be intimidating- especially for someone of his stature and build. He then saw that the girlโ€™s face flushed. Her pale complexion made spotting any blush incredibly easy. A boyfriend? Johnny didnโ€™t much care for being someoneโ€™s boyfriend right now. He just wanted to be a friend.

Was that boy she waved to earlier her boyfriend? Did he send a text to tease her about meeting the tall gangbanger-looking type that was Johnny? Granted, Johnny was easy on the eyes, but that fellow further down the bleachers seemed more like the kind of guy Japanese girls would swoon over. If it was a tease, it was pretty funny, and probably kind of cute. Wait, no. Can't assume. It makes me an ass. God, what a dumbass.

A second pink-haired girl appeared. It took Johnny a good second to realise that it was not, in fact, the calm, frail one further down the bleachers. This girl was more bubbly and active. She seemed almost ecstatic to meet the black-haired girl. If anything, it reminded Johnny of one of his distant aunts coming to visit. Said aunt recalled stories of the last time they had met- when Johnny was not even a year old.

Johnny wouldnโ€™t have minded these stories if his aunt didnโ€™t express shock towards his not remembering these meetings from being a year old. It also didnโ€™t help that his aunt expressed borderline disgust at his attire and his neighbourhood friends. They were the best damn friends a guy could have ever asked for.

Kitogawa-san Black-hair seemed to treat this visit as Johnny treated treated his auntโ€ฆ though there was a lot more venom being spat. Wait, hold the phone on the auntโ€ฆ That pink-haired bubbly girl is really familiar. Johnny tried his best to recall where he had seen this girlโ€™s face and hair before. Her voice was especially familiarโ€ฆ wait a minute, thatโ€™s-

The foreignerโ€™s phone vibrated. Uh-oh, I mustโ€™ve transferred my phone to my gym pants without realizing, Johnnyโ€™s cheap smart phone was hardly worth stealing, but it had an enormous memory storage for the incredibly diverse music collection he has. He would have to leave it on the bleachers or risk breaking it from the intense physical activity coming up. Regardless, he checked his phone to see whatโ€™s up.

The message was in Japanese Kana. Johnny was not amused. โ€œRight, canโ€™t read it yetโ€ฆโ€ Johnny chuckled to himself in English. His warm, pearly-white smile widened in amusement towards his own misfortune. In Japanese, he was just about to ask, โ€œPlease read for me? Cannot read kana yet.โ€ when he noticed that the message did not end there. Apparently the message was repeated in English. Oh, sick!

To: Farelli, Johnathan
You have been exclusively invited to the Airdalen Halloween Dance!

Today
at 7pm
HIMEJI CASTLE

You are required to attend with a date from the following guest list.


>dateโ€ฆ Ohโ€ฆ Oh nooooโ€ฆ

Johnnyโ€™s eyes held a sudden, almost alien intensity as he stared intently at the four-letter word that caused him the most concern out of the entire text. Though he didnโ€™t blush, he did appear to be in a similar trance to Kitogawa-san earlier. At least, he unwittingly held that look until he took a breath to avoid going pale and actually started thinking about the text and itโ€™s context.

Frankly, he didnโ€™t know too many people as-is. Sure there was Ryou and Kat, and soon these two lovely ladies, but enough for a โ€œdateโ€ dateโ€ฆ? In the perspective of every junior invited on the list, this event canโ€™t really qualify as a date. It was more like some teacher asking students to pair up for a class assignmentโ€ฆ

โ€œExcuse me, Gomenasai.โ€

Johnny almost automatically replied, โ€œHey, no worries dude.โ€ in his very chill, very relaxed English. He learned what the word โ€œGomenasaiโ€ meant, and he treated it the same way as any apology. The guy couldnโ€™t get offended even if you tried. Frankly, he was more focused on the text that he didnโ€™t realise that Kitogawa-san was rushing to leave.

Noโ€ฆ this is not a date. I can deal.

Welp, might as well start asking. He glanced up to introduce himself to pink-hair when he realised that black-hair Kitogawa-san had left for some reason. Wait, what happened? Did I do something wrong? He thought back to the two girls from yesterdayโ€ฆ although at least Kitogawa-san said something before leaving. Thatโ€™s a damn good improvement.

His eyes caught pink-hairโ€™s eerily familiar face, and he introduced himself the same way as the black-haired girl. This time, however, he remembered to add his last name. Also this time, he added, โ€œPleasure to meet you, Name's Johnny Farelli, but you can call me "Jay". Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.โ€

At this point, he noticed that he botched the tie-up job for his bandana. He threw it off and shook his relatively short hair out before tying the bandana back on once more. Having his arms up to tie up his bandana inadvertently made his muscles more pronounced.

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Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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Tsukiko noticed that the boy nearby (Johnny) pulled out his phone, and at the same time her's began to ring. She plucked her expensive iPhone 6s from her pocket, tilting her head. She opened the text, wondering what the school could possibly have to say, especially during class. Didn't most schools prohibit texting during class? Why on Earth would the staff contradict themselves? She honestly didn't care, prepared to use this moment to her advantage if she were to ever get caught texting in class in the near future.

To: Kitogawa, Tsukiko
You have been exclusively invited to the Airdalen Halloween Dance!

Today
at 7pm
HIMEJI CASTLE

You are required to attend with a date from the following guest list.


She read through it, smirking a bit. Dates? That was definitely intriguing. Her Japanese was acceptable, but she could not read it nearly as well as she could speak it. She spoke and read decent English and Korean, but her Japanese was severely struggling in comparison. She only knew two students, so finding a date would be a challenge, especially since she did not know who was available and who was already going with someone else. Part of her wanted to find Sora and ask him, but she knew that she should wait and meet a few more of her classmates before deciding who to ask. She didn't even take into consideration that someone might ask her before she has made a well informed decision. She preferred being in control of all situations, but it would definitely boost her ego if someone did ask, whether she declined their request or not.

โ€œRight, canโ€™t read it yetโ€ฆโ€

"You can't read English or Japanese? Tsukiko asked in a curious tone, using nearly perfect English since that was the only language he had used in front of her. She assumed he was a foreigner seeing as he did not read the native tongue, much like herself. She could read some of the text in Japanese, but it wasn't very clear, which is why she had been thankful for the English version. She had to admit the boy's smile was rather charming, but it was too early in the game to make any other assumptions, "Why are you wearing a bandanna?" She asked in curiosity, seeing as no one else was. She wondered if it was a fashion statement, which many Koreans such as herself often made, or if there was some function to it that she was not grasping. She had never worn one herself, aside from tying one around her leg or arm for 'looks'. He seemed to be wigged out by the text, causing her to laugh. He had been staring at it for quite some time now, so she was not certain if he heard even a word of what she was saying. However, if he had not heard her, that would be really annoying and she would be forced to give him a piece of her mind. Her time was too precious to waste, as it was far more valuable than most, at least in her own overly inflated opinion.

โ€œPleasure to meet you, Name's Johnny Farelli, but you can call me "Jay". Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.โ€

Tsukiko sweatdropped, but smiled a bit, "Kitogawa, Tsukiko. It's a pleasure to meet you..." She responded, falling silent after she registered his final words. He recognized her? She tilted her head, making sure that she'd heard him right, repeating his words at least five times in her head before accepting that he had actually said she looked familiar to him. There weren't a lot of people with pink hair in the world, at least not compared to conventional hair colors, so she was confident that he knew her as a celebrity and had not mistaken her for someone else. A huge smile formed on her lips and there was a twinkle in her eyes as her already gigantic ego grew a tiny bit more. She retrieved her earbuds from her pocket and plugged them into her phone quickly before selecting a song she had sang and also written. The song was written for her dead boyfriend, Mokoto, but no one knew that other than her manager and herself, but that was a given.

Not one to pass up the chance to enjoy a man's muscles, Tsukiko lightly gave Johnny a longer once over, than she had previously. He is quite a specimen~ She was definitely impressed, but she mentally reminded herself that she should meet more people before buying into one person. She did not want to regret her choice later on. Once he finished adjusting his bandanna and she wiped the drool off her chin.. (just kidding!)

Tsukiko shamelessly reach forward and brushed a few strands of his brunet hair away from his right ear before gently putting one earbud in his ear without asking. She wasn't the type to ask for permission often, so she didn't really mind what others found 'intrusive'. Personal space was nothing but a myth in Tsukiko's opinion. Life was too short to live by social norms. She would not let others define how she 'should' be. She would be however she wished, and whoever didn't like it could kiss her ass, and if they pissed her off enough, she'd blatantly tell them to do so. She was a girl, but she definitely wasn't society's vision of a 'lady'. She was fine with that though, Does that ring a bell or should I play my number one hit?" She tapped her cheek with curiosity, wondering if she should have played the most popular one first. This was Japan after all, and she had very little reach in this part of the globe. She doubted he would know all of her songs so choosing the right ones would be key in making him remember if he knew her or not..





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Character Portrait: Bishop Trander Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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Sora had learned a lot from his new acquaintance Tsukiko. She made for very pleasant company and did not misunderstand his words. It was refreshing to speak his mind without receiving an undeserved slap to the face. "Is your hair color naturalโ€” I only ask because my own is not." Sora looked at her, taking a closer inspection of her hair. He didn't suspect that her hair was dyed at all. "Your hairdresser must be a professional. My hair is natural." He answered her question without delay or hesitation. He was not aware of how odd his hair color would be to his peers as much of that attention was showered upon his odd behavior instead. "Has anyone told you that you're absolutely adorable?""Not in a childlike way, you're more like a cute puppy." Sora wore a straight faced expression as he thought about her question seriously. It was not an often compliment to reach his ears. "I suppose so... from my ex." Even as he mentioned his ex, his words flowered naturally with no sign of emotion in them. He was not affected by the memory at all as he continued their conversation at a normal pace until she had excused herself by the school bell signal. "I'm going to run on ahead. Seems that we don't have the time. I'll see you around, Sora-Senpai." Sora nodded his head and waved after her, hoping to run into her again. "She's a really nice lady." He said aloud to himself, always unable to contain his thoughts in his head alone.

Sora woke up his club members to help put the stall equipment away but in the middle of their packing, a potential recruit showed up last minute. "This is the Social Society right? Is it too late to sign up?" Sora turned to see who had come at the sound of hands slamming down on their table. When he spotted a westerner blonde boy (Bishop) half naked, he was a bit skeptical. "Yes this is the right club but are you sure you wish to join us? We have a shirt on policy." He spoke from experience as female club members had expressed discomfort the last time a male member was seen without a shirt in their club room. Little did he know there was more to that incident. "Arigato~ this club seems really cool and I wanted to join. See you soon!" Sora wasn't sure if the boy had heard him but he seemed adamant about joining their club before sprinting off much like Tsukiko had done. Sora sighed at seeing everyone in such a hurry. "It's only gym is it not?" He was not a fan of sports.

After Sora had gotten changed into suitable uniform and was scanning the gymnasium for an available seat, he came across a bickering pair (Saburo and Yuuki). While he did not look at them, he could easily overhear them as he was walking by. "This class isn't worth my skill in mathematics. I don't care so long as I don't have to participate in games." Sora nodded to himself, even though the statement was not directed to him. He too, did not care for this class. He would much rather participate in mathematics or another more book based activity. There were very few active things he took joy in such as dancing. Sora was about to continue on his merry way not even turning to look at the two he was overhearing until, "Oh, so now you think you're too good or some shit? I don't now if you're too smart to realize or something, but you've got like no friends. Ever thought a that? So don't act like your some fuckin' queen." Sora's attention was immediately grabbed by this male's choice of wording so he at last, turned to look at whom was speaking. His eyes drifted from the male to the female. He did not recognize either so he assumed them to be juniors. "Do you struggle with math? Is that why you compensate with humor?" Sora chuckled lightly in the background behind a closed fist. The female junior had impressed him. He had been insulted by girls plenty of times but this one had a spark about her. It appealed to his intellect.

"Look, I don't have to be good at math and that shit, 'cuz my dad carries more cash in his pocket then what your house is worth. Okay? And don't say that I'm stupid or whatever, 'cuz I just don't try at school. I don't need to try at school like you to stay in school." "I bet you'd even pick up a 1000 yen bill off the ground if someone dropped it, so you could go buy dinner." The boy did not desist his behavior and even went as far as to lean closer to the girl's face. Sora did not like the way this was headed. He had seen many times his fellow club members in the study club get bullied. This was how it would normally start. He removed his hand from his mouth finding the situation no longer funny. As a student who valued his studies and believed that everyone else should value it just as much, he made his way towards them instead of continuing up the bleachers.

"You're upper class? Never would have guessed. You speak like a primitive being and growl like one. Down boy."

Sora butted in their heated conversation, speaking down to the junior boy as if he were a dog. He angled his head upward confidently, speaking as a senior to a junior. His eyes refused to acknowledge the junior boy too, treating him even more inferior. His words were laced with an ice cold tone that not many were accustomed to hearing from the strange boy as he rarely spoke with emotion at all. What the junior had said felt like a personal insult directed at Sora too as an individual who enjoys mathematics. He was agitated and while not gifted in physical fighting, he was no coward to inviting one. Sora would speak his mind no matter the outcome for that was how he is. His phone began vibrating inside his pocket but he was too occupied to notice.

"Bragging about someone else's hard earned work? Pitiful. However full your dad's pockets are does not compensate for the empty space in your skull. It's a shame you can't buy a decent IQ. It's not something you can just pick up off the ground in comparison."

Sora continued to speak, not holding back anything. Throwing insult after insult came easily when Sora had been unconsciously practicing being harsh throughout his entire lifetime. There was not a single moment where he failed to speak his mind or backed out. Once he started talking, he would not cease what he stood up for or believed in. He had basically done what the junior asked to not happen, 'to be called stupid' but that was what Sora perceived to be the truth. A smart person would not berate someone over mathematics or disrespect a scholarship student. Sora had respect for scholarship students even though he was not one of them. Scholarships were not a free pass but an achievement attained to be proud of.

Sora walked past the junior boy, brushing shoulders against him arrogantly to take a seat closest to the junior girl. He had sat close to her without thought to it. It was what he instinctively acted on before concluding with a narrowed glare,

"Please get out of my face. Your breath reeks hound."

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Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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Johnny โ€œJayโ€ Farelli


โ€œYou canโ€™t read English or Japanese?โ€ Yet another student who knew English. The new conversation snapped Johnny out of the rest of his funk. Despite his quest to learn the local language turning out to be more and more pointless, Johnny really just wanted to roll with the punches at this point. He at-first thought the pink-haired girl meant the question like โ€œAre you illiterate in general?โ€ Which may come across as offensive to some people.

It was not offensive to the foreigner, however. The foreigner was not โ€œsome peopleโ€. In response, Johnny laughed cheerfully, โ€œOh! Ha, no, I can read, just notโ€ฆ whatโ€™s-it-called, Kana? The squiggly symbols where a lot of โ€˜em look like the letter T.โ€

His focus on adjusting his bandana made him miss that the girl was checking out his assets. Apparently inspired by Johnnyโ€™s actions, Tsukiko had asked โ€œWhy are you wearing a bandana?โ€

โ€œTo keep my bangs out of my eyes,โ€ Johnny replied simply as he still retained that friendly smile. โ€œI wanna grow it out longer eventually, but what I have is a good length for sports.โ€

Tsukiko introduced herself shortly afterward. The sudden drop to silence near the end made Johnny glance down at Tsukikoโ€™s face. He was about to start trying to read why the silent drop happened when he noticed that the pink-haired girl was suddenly quite close.

[]Roll with the punches, no regrets.[/i] Johnnyโ€™s personal mantra seemed to repeat itself automatically, only to be drowned out just as quickly by oddly familiar music.

โ€œDude, I know this tune,โ€ Johnnyโ€™s deep smooth jazz voice lowered to an unintentional growl. He spoke more to himself than the girl in front of him. As he pondered, he put a fist to his chin. He hummed a bass-like hum in harmony with the song. He knew many artists and many more songs. He then realised that he had this same song on an especially special playlist. โ€œThis isโ€ฆ Teardrop, byโ€ฆโ€

โ€œDoes that ring a bell or should I play my number one hit?โ€ she asked. At this distance, Johnny could clearly see the golden-brown eyes. An old friend had shown Johnny a concert video that got a good close-up of the singer. Johnny had recognized the eyes specifically from that video.

โ€ฆ Holy shit! What are the chances? The chances were about as slim as getting backstage passes for Woodstock back when Jimi Hendrix was alive. The chance were about as slim as the Beatles having a gig without a harassing crowd back in their prime. The chances were about as slim as Johnny winning at a video game.

โ€œWaitโ€ฆ youโ€™re,โ€ Johnny spoke at a normal volume, but then he paused. Heโ€™d seen enough of those Disney teen movies with his buddies in the cheap theatres to know what saying a pop starโ€™s name out loud could cause. He didnโ€™t want to cause an equivalent of what the Beatles had to live with during their prime. In a more personal (or intimate, depending on how one prefers to hear his deep voice) โ€œYouโ€™re Mae Seung Jin. I knew I recognized that voice.โ€ Always the professional, Johnny tried not to come across like a rabid fanboy. Though he was cool with being this close to another person, the foreigner knew heโ€™d rather not be in the same room as the type who did act like a rabid fanboy.

The music in Johnnyโ€™s ear, while it helped him keep perfectly calm despite the claustrophobia, (or maybe it was something about the girlโ€ฆ or somethingโ€ฆ) unfortunately prevented him from overhearing the growing argument being conducted by the music guy, Fujioka-san, and a dude with blue hair. Even if he did catch the exchanged roasts, he probably wouldnโ€™t have understood a fair number of the words being spoken. Though he would have spit some ill rhymes straight out of his neighbourhood... If he had heard the argument, that is. As was established, he did not.

He only continued the conversation with Tsukiko. โ€œI only got a few of your songs, but damn girl, you got the voice of an angel.โ€ he said not unlike Albert King as he bobbed his head slowly to the beat. He wouldnโ€™t mind recording a jam session with her vocals in the mixโ€ฆ literallyโ€ฆ itโ€™s not an innuendo. He simply continued humming with the music until he thought back to the text. Dateโ€ฆ No, not a date. It makes no sense to โ€œdateโ€ someone you met today. Thatโ€™s just ridiculous.

At this point, Johnny figured the girl wanted her earbud back. Johnny pulled it out and handed it back to Tsukiko Kitogawa. He adjusted his stance, which allowed him to make a little bit of comfortable distance, though he made it look natural. Wait, โ€œKitogawa-sanโ€? I guess she and the other cute shortie were family after all. Thatโ€™s pretty coolโ€ฆ Where did she go, anyway?

Ah well. Just ask. The worst she can say is โ€œnoโ€.

โ€œAnyway, Kitogawa-san, (He remembered the manners at least) thereโ€™s this event being hosted by the school at some castle,โ€ Johnny rose his phone to glance at the text once more. With his free hand, he rubbed his pointed, chiseled chin. โ€œAnd the thingโ€™s calling for, likeโ€ฆโ€ Johnny couldnโ€™t find himself outright saying โ€œdateโ€, for the same reason the word caused him such initial alarm in the first place. โ€œI mean, since I donโ€™t know anyone, I was just gonna ask until I get someone to join me. Not sure if you got a buddy already, but if you donโ€™t, didja wanna go?โ€

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+1 Popularity to Tsukiko
+1 Popularity to Shiori *gm edit*

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Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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"Oh! Ha, no, I can read, just notโ€ฆ whatโ€™s-it-called, Kana? The squiggly symbols where a lot of โ€˜em look like the letter T.โ€

"I see, me neither. I'm half Korean, and was raised in North Korea my entire life. My second language is English, so my Japanese isn't that good, at least not when I write or read..." Tsukiko winked at Johnny in attempt to reassure him, realizing that her words were much harsher than she had meant for them to be. She had just honestly expected a warmer welcome from her cousin and it dampened her mood that the girl did not seem to happy to see her, like at all. Tsukiko's eyes shifts down the bleachers noticing that a ruckus was forming, but that was none of her business so she effortlessly returned her attention to Johnny. She did not feel a shred of guilt for ignoring the bullying that Yuuki was had been receiving.

โ€œTo keep my bangs out of my eyes, I wanna grow it out longer eventually, but what I have is a good length for sports.โ€

"You play sports?" She asked in an oblivious tone, trying to strike up conversation more than anything. She could tell just by looking at him that he was athletic, but she decided to play dumb for the sake of their conversation. She wasn't exactly book smart, but she was definitely smarter than she was currently giving herself credit for, "Are you joining a team?"

โ€œDude, I know this tune,โ€

Tsukiko held back the urge to smirk, seeing as he did not entirely recognize her yet. He did not mention her stage name or the title of the song, so she refused to get ahead of herself. Though knowing that her song seemed to at least stir a reaction from him was enough to satisfy her. She was pleasantly surprised, keeping silent as he hummed along with the chorus of her song. She said nothing, wanting him to make the connection on her own. Tsukiko was a confident and somewhat arrogant young woman, but she did not often shamelessly brag. She preferred for her achievements to speak for themselves.

โ€œThis isโ€ฆ Teardrop, byโ€ฆโ€

Ok~ So he does actually know the song.. That's a start. Tsukiko thought to herself, anticipation forming in her stomach as he struggled to place a name to the artist, a name to her. It still hasn't clicked in his head yet, but she was certain that it would, seeing as he knew the name of her song. She did not grow nervous as he gazed into her eyes, in fact, she blinked even less in order to give him a better look.

โ€œWaitโ€ฆ youโ€™re,โ€

She waited for him to say it, not wanting to coach him into it, because that would ruin all of the fun. If he was a fan he would surely remember anyhow, at least that is what Tsukiko told herself. It was frustrating that no one recognized her, but she wasn't going to throw a tantrum like a spoiled child. She was far beyond those antics now. She had better ways to get what she wanted these days.

โ€œYouโ€™re Mae Seung Jin. I knew I recognized that voice.โ€

"Aren't you observant." Tsukiko grinned, her pearly whites shining as she did. She was definitely satisfied with his answer, her entire day looking brighter now. She had not expected anyone aside from Shiori to remember her, so this was definitely a much better start at this school than she had anticipated.

โ€œI only got a few of your songs, but damn girl, you got the voice of an angel.โ€

"My mother would certainly disagree. Would you believe me if I told you I was discovered at a playground? I climbed to the top of a jungle gym one day..." She laughed as she thought back to her situation as a child. She grew up extremely bratty and spoiled, and she knew that several times throughout her childhood she deserved more than a few punishments that she never received. She was raised very strangely, practically bred for limelight. She'd been to so many pageants and talent shows that she couldn't remember them all, "I began singing when I grew bored of just sitting there and an agent heard me, but not before the police were called and the local news was quick broadcast the spoiled Korean girl that needed to be beaten for her level of disrespect."

After Tsukiko relayed her personal story, she grew quiet and let him enjoy the song, stifling a laugh. She'd never actually witnessed someone listening to her music outside of concert, aside from her producers and sound crew, so the head bobbing was definitely a foreign motion to her.. She would often dance around with her headphones on, but this was something that she'd never experienced. She wasn't sure what the movement did for him, but he definitely seemed to be enjoying himself. Tsukiko put her phone and earbuds back into her pocket when he returned her earbud, smiling warmly to Johnny afterwards. She wasn't really sure what to say next, but she definitely wasn't going to let that stop her from holding a conversation, and if it did, she would definitely leave first to leave him guessing... Yes, that is what she did best after all. He adjusted his stance, and she eyed him discreetly, Do I make him uncomfortable or am I imagining things..? She thought to herself with a smug attitude.

โ€œAnyway, Kitogawa-san, thereโ€™s this event being hosted by the school at some castle,โ€

She immediately knew where this was going, but she blinked innocently at Johnny despite that. She tilted her head in feigned curiosity as she pretended to be surprised by this news. Of course she knew that there would be a dance, but she did not have to make that known to him, "Really? At a castle? That sounds intriguing."

โ€œAnd the thingโ€™s calling for, likeโ€ฆ I mean, since I donโ€™t know anyone, I was just gonna ask until I get someone to join me. Not sure if you got a buddy already, but if you donโ€™t, didja wanna go?โ€

"So it's a date required event?" She asked with a confident smile, twirling a loose pink strand of her hair around her index finger. It was in a high and messy ponytail, so there were several such strands to choose from. She couldn't accept, not this early in the game at least. She'd just got here today, so she couldn't officially make a confident choice, "I just arrived in Japan today so can I take a while to think about it?" She did not want to insult him, but she also did not wish to sacrifice her options so early on. Also she preferred to ask guys out, not the other way around. She hated not being in control of a situation. Johnny was definitely attractive, but he was far too nice. She didn't know how to deal with 'nice' guys.

"At the end of the day if we're both still dateless, I'll say yes, if you've found someone else by then I'll understand, and vice versa. Cool?" She replied, quirking an eyebrow. Sure, Johnny was attractive, but who wasn't at this school? She wanted to meet as many people as possible to make a well informed decision. Besides, she preferred taking the initiative. She felt that being asked out was so seventeenth century. She liked to believe that she was a highly evolved feminist. Johnny rushed to break up the fight that she had witnessed, so Tsukiko made her descent down the stairs just in time to witness another interesting moment.

"Giou-san"

Those golden brown eyes of Tsukiko's raised to find the owner of the voice, a single eyebrow quirking. The owner was a highly attractive blond specimen, and she was highly impressed. Her eyes were transfixed on the situation brought upon by the blond male (Aeon) and the equally attractive dark haired male (Kazuki) that the blond was dangling like bait on a fish hook. She was definitely intrigued by the uproar these boys were causing, perhaps because they were both much taller than herself. Guilty as charged. I suppose I've always had a soft spot for tall guys.. She stood back, seeing as she could hear from where she chose to stand anyhow.

"Catch the trash"

Her interest was immediately piqued as the blond (Aeon) referred to the darker haired male (Kazuki) as trash, she couldn't help but wonder what would illicit such a response from what appeared to be a calm and refined male (Aeon). She would definitely have to investigate, because she could no longer think of anything else. She would never get to these so called trust falls if she did not satisfy her curiosity.

"The hell you're calling trash, you transvestite!?"

She met her lips with her fingers, hushing the laughter that dared to voice itself, she did not wish to make matters worse, but the bluntness and general crude vocabulary of the wild looking male had taken her by surprise. Most individuals of Asian descent would not have spoken so abrasively, which made her wonder just what type of person this guy truly was. He appeared to be one hell of a troublemaker, but now she wished to find out for herself. If she knew one thing about rebellious types, it was that they were exactly her type, the type that did not expect monogamy and would allow her room to breathe. The ebony haired male's bravery was definitely compelling, Tsukiko doubted that she could be as mouthy if put in such a dangerous situation, but then again, it was difficult to shut her up when she was pissed, so she assumed it would be a situation she would have to experience before she could properly gauge how she would react.

"You dipsh*t! I'll kill you!"

I think I'm going to ask him... I rather like this one. He's got spirit, if nothing else... Well.. His looks are quite nice as well, so there's that also. she chimed to herself inside of her head, practically having full on conversation with herself. She was like that though, she often shared her deepest and darkest thoughts only with herself, so it became customary for her to talk it over on her own in her mind. Was it crazy? Maybe. Did she care? Hell no. She ran the thought over in her head, standing alone on the gym floor lost in her own thoughts. She was still standing in the same spot where she had been watching the three boys (Ryou, Aeon, and Kazuki) from a safe distance. She finally wholeheartedly agreed with herself that the dark haired wild child would be a fun and entertaining date, returning her attention to her surroundings just in time to watch the wild card with blond streaks in his hair (Kazuki) make a direct whack-in--the-face contact with the other dark haired male (Ryou). She grew a few steps closer, but stopped when she noticed how angry the taller and once calmer male became. Honestly, he was scarier than the rest now that he showed his temper, and that was enough to delay her approach. She did NOT want to be on the receiving end of that look.

"That's enough, you brat."

She winced as she watched the boy she wished to ask to the dance make an abrupt collision with the gym floor. That definitely had to hurt.. Poor thing~ She thought to herself, but she was also quite amused by how rough the boys at this school were being with each other. If she hadn't known any better she would have assumed this school was for delinquents. The boys were definitely acting far from refined at the moment.

"What the hell is your problem!? If you want a fight, I'll give it to you right here, right now."

Fight? As interesting as that'd be, we've already seen one of those... Pass? Unless it's shirtless, then please do. There were practically two separate fights occurring at the moment, albeit this one was one sided, although so was the other one, but this was different somehow! No one seemed to be taking the wild card that seriously, in fact, they handled him for the most part as if this was the daily norm.

"Fight to your heart's content, just never here in this academe."

Suddenly the blond was far more of a spoiled sport than she had originally pegged him for. She managed to keep the disappointment from her facial features, but it wasn't like any of the three were paying attention to her, well not yet at least.

"I'll punch you first! You tried to kill me!"

....He does have a point. That drop was very dangerous... Perhaps there will still be a shirtless fight? Tsukiko closed her eyes, attempting to imagine a fight between the tall blond (Aeon) and the wild card (Kazuki). It definitely would be an appealing way to pass time, but fantasy and reality hardly ever intertwined. When her golden eyes reopened, the wild card threw a punch at the pale blond haired male (Aeon), but the more mature ebony haired male (Ryou) managed to catch the incoming fist before it had a chance to do any damage. She zoned out for a bit more as she tried to let everything she'd just witnessed compute, but she did not have a lot of time. Tsukiko pulled her schedule out of her pocket and ripped off one of the corners, writing her number on it before folding up the unused paper and putting her pen and paper back inside of her pants pocket. She slowly approached the pair of boys who seemed to have paired up for trust exercises, surprising Tsukiko immensely, but perhaps she would never truly be able to understand the male mindset?

Once she was within the socially acceptable speaking range, Tsukiko couldn't help but notice that the blond (Aeon) was no longer with the two ebony haired boys (Ryou and Kazuki). Tsukiko tilted her head curiously, softly clearing her throat to get their attention, "Excuse me?" She began, blinking a few times as she waited for her point of focus to make eye contact with her. She smiled brightly, with an air of confidence about her after gaining the black and blond haired student's attention (Kazuki's) and decided it would be best to get straight to the point, "Ano.. I'm Kitogawa, Tsukiko and today is my first day here. I couldn't help but notice the two of you, so I thought I'd just come right out and ask." She began twirling her hair around her index finger as she spoke, though not out of nervousness. This was simply somewhat of a flirtatious habit of hers.

"Would you be interested in attending this evening's Halloween dance with me?" She asked, her eyes landing directly on the wild card (Kazuki), unwavering so he would know that she was referring to him. She did not know his name, so confident eye contact was her only weapon. She lightly bit her pink and glossy bottom lip after her question, realizing that she really ought to get started with the trust falls, and held out the slip of paper towards the rebellious golden eyed boy (Kazuki), "I really should start the activity..." She trailed off with a disappointed sigh, intentionally making the impression that she did not wish to cut the conversation off so short. If there was one thing that Tsukiko knew, it was how to show her interest in someone. Her lips formed a brief pout, but she continued speaking soon after, "Think about it. then get back with me so I'll know whether or not to ask someone else. Kay?"





Athleticism +1
Popularity +1 to Kazuki, Aeon, and Ryou





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Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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"The timing is wonderful~ If I recall correctly, you love Halloween? What better way to reunite with your classmates than at a Halloween party." Gen's voice was lively with enthusiasm as she spoke with Tadashi about tonight. She could tell in his smile and light blush that he was excited about it too. As she was receiving her phone back, her mind briefly drifted on who she would be going with to the dance. Gen wasn't the type of girl to take the initiative but being insecure, she was also very uncertain if anyone would ask her. It was baffling how Gen could be insecure despite receiving many confessions.

"So~ how many lovely suitors will you have to choose from my dear Gen?"

Tadashi's voice broke her out of her thoughts as her posture tensed up a little. Gen was aware that he was teasing her but the old Tadashi she was pretty sure would have never been confident enough for it. It was a bit of a surprise compared to the question itself. She had also just realized he had been calling her 'dear'. It was a wonder if he was doing that aware of her personality. Gen laughed lightly with her eyes closed, fiddling with the hair tie's beads at the end of her braid so they knocked together. "You flatter me but I would graciously accept to be the partner of any man who shows genuine interest in me to the dance." she said earnestly. As a hopeless romantic, Gen was not too worried about choosing a partner. If anything, she was more worried if someone would choose her with her insecurity. So long as the one to ask her was as she already stated, genuinely interested in her be it as a person or as a potential lover in future? She would be fine with any arrangement.

The more time passed thinking about that subject, she realized she wasn't close to anyone in her year despite knowing of them. Tadashi was an exception as she had met him back in the early days while her junior self was more carefree but now... Her eyes wandered among the rows of students from senior to senior. Gen could recognize their faces and tell you their names without doubt but there was a distance between them. She couldn't call any of them friends as they were more like class acquaintances. Gen had spent her Airdalen years with them but there was little more to go on besides that. It was a sad thought but Gen decided then and there that she should try to get more involved with her peers. It was their final year after all. At the very least, I should make the most out of my time here. Some I will love, some I will hate but everyone should be given some effort. I might make a new friend. She patiently waited for Ryou's answer to her trust fall offer while the commotion was ongoing in the bleachers below them. Gen couldn't get a good view of what was happening so she had cast her interest aside.

"Ah, it's fine. Thanks for the offer."

She simply nodded at his response before returning her attention to Tadashi. Gen had offered and that was all that mattered to her. It was Ryou's decision to proceed with the activity as he wished. It was possible he already had others in mind of who to team with. Either way, Gen did not take his refusal personally. "Well, we better get started. I suppose you can catch me first? I am honestly unsure if I can catch you after though darling~" she expressed her doubt with a sheepish closed eyes smile. Gen was nowhere near athletic with her small and delicate form.

"Giou-san. Catch the trash."

Gen opened her eyes hearing Aeon above them. Although he had asked for Ryou not her, she was seated near enough to him that dropping trash above them was a concern. "What?" she had a slightly startled tone as the situation started to sound odd to her. It did not make sense why Aeon would be dropping trash let alone holding it to begin with. It didn't sound like something the stoic man would do. It was far too random. When her purple eyes pinpointed the 'trash' he was referring to, she froze and felt her heart stop. At the sight of Aeon dangling Kazuki by the collar at such a height, Gen was very concerned but tried to be optimistic about it. He wouldn't... She of course, could not be sure. She did not know Aeon well enough to be sure but she hoped she was right. Dropping someone at that height was no laughing matter. It was serious and most definitely dangerous.

"The hell you're calling trash, you transvestite!?"

When Kazuki spoke, that was when he was released to fall by Aeon. Gen felt herself lurch forward in that direction out of instinct even though she would not be strong enough to do anything about it. The drop happened all too fast and her reflexes were slow. Gen had only managed to get up from her seat and take a step in their direction. Ryou had caught Kazuki's fall much to her relief. She stayed standing close behind him still trying to process what had just happened. It was the most cold and dangerous display she had ever witnessed with Aeon not even batting an eye as he did it. Gen was shocked but her expression was vacant rather than outwardly showing how much confusion she was going through. Her Inryoku in-waiting mannerisms of hiding unpleasant emotions was a habit hard to bite back surfacing even in some of the most extreme circumstances it seemed.

"Fight to your heart's content, just never here in this academe." Gen had missed out on the majority of conversation running between Ryou and Kazuki until Aeon had joined them. While Gen was worried for Kazuki's well-being, her strongest emotion of all was yet to emerge.
"Fukui-san. Kiomine-san. Please excuse the rabble."
Gen said nothing when Aeon spoke to them. This in itself was a sign that something was clearly wrong with her. It was unlike Gen to ignore anyone addressing her. Being the president of Inryoku, she had to accommodate many different types of people from the weirdest of the weird and yet she was ignoring one of the most popular boys in the school. Some of the girls observing even whispered to criticize her for ignoring him when they would love the opportunity to speak but she couldn't care less. Her mind was occupied on other things.

Gen continued to miss out on segments of conversation. So many emotions were running through her out of shock in the moment but she knew which side to take. It was a no brainer especially when someone she held dear to her heart was the victim. What he did is inexcusable. I can't understand nor accept how others can react so nonchalantly about what he did. Even with Kazuki as a delinquent, he is a person and should be treated as such. Aeon is lower than him for resorting to that. It's enough to be labelled under psychopath for risking another's life without a hint of hesitation or guilt. That was cold, cruel and should not be tolerated. She started to clench her hands into fists when the shock had passed.

"Fukui-san. Kiomine-san. Excuse me."
Gen continued to ignore him in word but felt her body move to follow after him slowly as if she had no will of her own. Her emotions were festering within her mind and the rest of the world appeared to be a blur. Something in her mind had snapped. She had even missed out on the girl (Tsukiko) asking her crush out. Her eyes were glued to the back of the target of her hatred alone. She clenched her tiny fists even tighter.

I've had it with you Aeon,
I don't care if the whole school adores you,
You're dead to me.





Athleticism +1
Notoriety +1 (Aeon)



Characters Present

Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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"The timing is wonderful~ If I recall correctly, you love Halloween? What better way to reunite with your classmates than at a Halloween party." Tadashi had a genuine smile across his lips as his dear friend reminded him of what time of eyar it was. She seemed to remember every important aspect of his character, which was very flattering to hear. Finally he nodded in recognition. "Yes it is... I love this holiday, and this time of year. Autumn is my absolute favorite and Halloween just..... Speak to me." He smirked and chuckled remembering the one time he was reading a horror manga during lunch, Gen insisted that he tell her about it which ended up in her getting scared. He didn't scare very easily and loved horror movies and anything of the like. He reminded himself on playing a light and innocent prank on Gen when he got the chance. Maybe a box that shot confetti out, nothing harmful.

Her reply to his tease was typical, Gen always took comments gracefully and had a natural talent for deflecting them back at whoever delivered them or made the monetary spotlight not about herself. He nodded listening to her explanation not finding it very surprising, she was a woman that appreciated genuine character. There wasn't much he could say, but internally he wondered who did she get to know and become closer with during the time he was gone. When Ryou addressed them both declining her offer, Tadashi became curious. He seemed to be the type of person that chose his company very carefully. Tadashi would take note in attempting to get to know that person better. But a familiar voice caught his attention as well as some commotion.

"Giou-san. Catch the trash." Tadashi gazed up to see what was happening when his eyes lit up, turning completely red as he watched Aeon holding Kazuki in the air as if he just pulled a cat out of water. He took a step back to gauge the entire situation beyond shocked to see what was happening. His mind kicked into overdrive for this moment. In the background he heard a fight happening, people gasping and shouting for things to stop. Then this event unfolding in front of him, with Kazuki seemingly dangling with his life on the line. When he was dropped Tadashi's heart sank. Sure he was mercilessly bullied by the troublemaker (Kazuki) in the past but the last thing he wanted was for him to die! In a flash it all happened and his former bully ended up in Ryou's arms safely. He let out a sigh, cupping his hand over his mouth in shock. He looked to Aeon as he left in a seemingly careless manner, giving them all a formal yet dismissive goodbye. No doubt the students in the gymasium were split into two directions, with the fight happening between a junior and senior (Saburo and Sora) and the Kazuki incident that wasn't necessarily his fault... But it was almost expected.

When Tadashi was done claming his own nerves he noticed Gen beside him who was..... Well absolutely fuming. He'd only seen her that mad one time. And it did not turn out well. "Gen-" He would call out to his female companion after casting a glance towards Ryou and Kazuki noticing his junior Tsukiko approaching them for who knows what. <One thing at a time.> His mind was working at a steady pace, deciding what steps to take while simultaneously thinking on what to say to calm Gen down so she could avoid any unnecessary conflict. Though he was curious to why Tsukiko was approaching the two seniors (Ryou and Kazuki) now of all times. "Gen." He called louder and stepped to move in front of her. His eyes were mismatched, his right eye completely purple, the other was red. "Gen- take a moment and breath." She looked intimating like that in all honesty but he didn't waver. He already knew what to say, back-pedaling in front of Gen if she didn't stop. He'd make his point quick. "Gen- look into my eyes. You have every right to be upset. But think about what you want to say and if it's going to give you what you really want." He paused for a moment to let it all sink in, but then went in to finish his dialogue. "There's no need to compromise yourself as a person, to get your point across. Truly think about what you'd accomplish.... But do what you think is best. Only you know what that might be." Tadashi would remain in front of her, until he finished and pivoted on his left foot to open the pathway towards Aeon if she wished to continue her pursuit. His questions were all logical, critical and held depth. There was no need to let your emotions get in the way of judgement, his scars were a literal reminder of that.

No matter what Gen did, Tadashi would back off for now but would stay aware. She'd see it in his eyes that would be watching her. Not just critically, but in the scope of how her character was. They key was in her hands now, giving her a myrid of paths to choose from in this small, but possibly significant point in her life- and the lives of those around her. How much had Gen changed since they last seen each other? His teasing earlier had proven to her that he wasn't the same as he use to be. There were several sides of him that she didn't know, even back when they were younger. They only knew each other inside of school, not outside. She didn't know how deep of a person he was and the same could go for him. Tadashi would sigh, waiting and watching very sure that several of the students were watching and whispering to each other when they weren't falling into each others arms. He would look around seeing the fight he heard being broken up which was a relief. He hated bullies.
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Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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Ryou sighed because of the situation he was in. He could not blame Miyamoto for acting out. The school idol was the prominent figure in making sure that the Hellion never takes it too far or in Miyamoto's words, a party pooper. This time though, Aeon's actions were extreme, it was fatal in anyone's eyes and rather absolutely cold, but he knew that the infamous idol was always meticulous. From his viewpoint, Miyamoto was going to burst through the windows which could lead to school property damage and laceration wounds. The school idol prevented that by opening the window and knowing that Miyamoto would fall, was grabbed by the collar. A safety net was also established, him.

Miyamoto was never in any danger either than himself. It would not be easily understood since Aeon was not the kind to explain at all, but that guy does not act without any calculative movements. He knows that by personal experience. That man is a master manipulator. Someone who can see deep into anyone beyond the masks. Those eyes that penetrates through all. It was scary and that's why he never interacts with Aeon beyond that of school activities. He has this feeling that man would see deep inside of him, but now, that's not his concern.

"Focus." He said as he began to explain the process of a trust fall. "It's simple I fall, you catch, vice versa." When he was done explaining, there was a pink haired girl (Tsukiko) approaching.... Was it Cassiopeia? He should split quickly. It's true the girl was nothing but sweet, but that's the problem. She reminds him of her too much. But upon closer inspection, it was not the pink princess.

A relative? But they don't look anything alike. Oh well, he wasn't interested or in the mood to find out who she is. Good thing, she was interested more on Miyamoto. That saved him a lot of grief as he could feel the stares of the girls boring holes at the back of his head.

She was asking Miyamoto to the dance which he had decided to skip out. He wasn't sure if it that was a good choice, but hey, he really doesn't understand women. He was practically mean and they still hovering around him. His eyes then caught up the sight of Gen who seemed was following Aeon for some reason and the unknown guy (Tadashi) who seemed to block her for a moment and then let her pass. That was odd. He was rather busy with the whole situation between him, Miyamoto, and Aeon to notice the other two present which reminded him of Gen's certain temper. He had never witnessed it, but rumors do fly around.

Did Aeon's actions rubbed Gen the wrong way? Well, it was hard to see those actions be seen as good, but really this gym class was really getting rowdy and chaotic. There was trouble somewhere. He noticed one over there and then here, now, possibly with Gen and Aeon. Should he intervene? No... It wasn't his place and really he has his hands full with Miyamoto already. He really didn't like taking on matters, he has no really business with. He also knew that whatever happens, the school idol can handle himself.

That's why he was going to sit everything else out, unless it comes close to his responsibility and really as now, the only thing he had obligation over with is this Trust Fall Activity. That's why he stood there patiently waiting for this all to end. Gym had gotten a bit more long than necessary. Just let it end.

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Notoriety + 1 (Aeon)

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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"Just remember one thing, if I ever do this. There's no way that I would not make it fun and that would be my way. So, be ready? No turning back."
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So, that's how it is. One has to fall and to catch. That is so lame. Is this what he's been missing in class? It was really good thing he skips out of it. Listening to the teacher preach was more exciting. Skipping out was a good thing to do, but right now, he couldn't because of the fact that he doesn't want to make that sleazeball (Aeon) right. There's no way he's going to allow that so-called idol of this school be right about whatever assumptions. He was also not going to let that f*ggot get away with dropping him off like that. Aeon better have eyes behind his head starting from now, because he would make sure to create chaos for that guy enough to remove that robotic face.

He was distracted from his delicious plans of getting back at Aeon when a female voice pulled him back. Pink? Is it Cassiopeia? Perfect. What better day to stick it to the man than through the maiden he seems to always protect. "Oi! Cassio---peia- ch-an?" He blinked his eyes a couple of times, and apparently that was not the case at all. This was a different pink-haired girl which would be the second addition to this academe. Now, that would make the princess the only one here at the school with that shade of hair, or may be there is another? Well, he can't be sure since he's mostly not in school.

"Oh, not her.. Who are you?" His golden eyes already doing its work assessing her in the way he only knows how. This girl is attractive well, most of the girls here do. It was probably the only upside attending this stupid Airdalen School. "How the hell could I miss such a cutie?" There it was that infamous playful smile of his and that piercing look from his eyes. Somehow, his altercation with Aeon had been forgotten or moreover the fact that he has an activity to do with Ryou in the very beginning. It is the truth about Kazuki, he easily have his attention taken and really, he has no problems with that especially if it was taken by a girl.

The girl introduced herself as Kitogawa, Tsukiko on her first day. That's probably why he haven't see her around. She was a new student, a freshman. That would be nice, and the fact that she really hardly knew her, because of one fact. He isn't keen onto entertainment and when it comes to music, well, he has more of appreciation for the music itself than the ones singing it. He never bothers to know. As he says, it's not worth his time at all. "Why hello there, Tsukiko-chan." He winked at her and the straightened his posture. "The name is Miyamoto, Kazuki. You can call me Kazuki, anytime you want."

Then, Tsukiko spoke about an evening Halloween dance. There is a dance? He has no idea about that. Who was sponsoring it? If it was the school, that's something fun, finally. "Really? I didn't know that." Actually, he received a message too, but, the problem he didn't notice because he was busy running around the school grounds. He looked at the slip paper that was being handed to him. He looked at it and found a number, it was probably hers. Now, this girl knows how to flirt isn't she? He had been around such many women that he knows the subtleties of seduction.

"Sure, I'll give you a call." Kazuki smiled with that ever present predatory golden eyes of his. "Later then." He ended it at that as he watched her leave. That girl will be a lot of fun, he can't wait. That's when he wondered about the dance. He took out his phone and luckily it didn't fell out or something. There seemed to be a lot of messages present. There were some party invites and so on. There were also some messages about his deadline, but one that matched what Tsukiko said about the Halloween dance. This was a school-sponsored event. That was good, it seemed that this school does have a fun bone its system.

This meant he would need to wear some costume or something? Well, that's interesting. It made him wonder what the girls would be wearing, hopefully, it would be something sexy and revealing. That would be hell of a fun and would give him new ideas for the novel. Now, he was more motivated to go to that party, but he would have to get dress? Well, there isn't anything being said about wearing costumes as mandatory. He'll take that little slip into his favor. That was when he finally remembered about the activity or the trust fall whatever. "Oh, so who's going to fall first?" He looked to his side as he asked Ryou the question and then found the tall guy looking at something in the distance.

Kazuki followed it found it to be Gen and whoever that slim guy who looks like a pencil stick. That guy needs to get some muscles. Anyway, he wasn't really interested in that dude. He just noticed Gen going after that arrogant piece of sh*t (Aeon). Not really his concern because right now he want to punch the guy senseless right now. The only thing preventing him is that one statement earlier about not being able to do this stupid activity. "Wonder what she's going to do. Oh well... Let's do it." He looks back at Ryou and wondered who would be going first between them.

This day should just end quicker, so he could go on to that party. He could already imagine the fun he will be having later with that interesting pink-haired flirt along with what costume she might wear. Then, she was pretty sure about the other girls. There would the other pink-haired, the princess, maybe this time she'll be wearing something daring. Oh that would be awesome, a sexy and innocent look. There was also Gen, he could imagine things with that flamboyant yet cute girl. Oh, he's letting his imagination get wild. "Let's hurry up. I can't wait this day to end!"


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Popularity +1 to Gen
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Notoriety +1 to Aeon *gm edit*
Athleticism +1 to Kazuki

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Akira Blake Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli Character Portrait: Sora Harigae Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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Johnny was not at all bothered by what basically amounted to an immediate rejection. Very unlike many kids at his age, Johnny thought it was really no skin off his nose. Frankly he was outright relieved. Fuckinโ€™ encouraging straight-up dates on the second day? This school is really strange. Wonder if my sisters are having a similar experience with collegeโ€ฆ

He was perfectly chill with the proposition, where if theyโ€™re both without dates, theyโ€™ll partner up. Prior to noticing the fight he replied, โ€œAโ€™ight, sounds cool!โ€ He had to run to break up the fight before he could properly answer Tsukikoโ€™s question about what sports he was going to play. Swimming and basketball, One was his favourite, while the other held a greatly sentimental value.

Maybe he shouldโ€™ve mentioned that he had joined Band as well. After all, Tsukikoโ€™s a musician. Too late to say so, however. Now, Johnny was fully focused on the chestnut-haired boy Saburo, whom he had probably humiliated without meaning to. Saburo used the same unfamiliar words as Johnny heard yesterday when he ran past assorted pedestrians. Maybe those were swear words after all. Definitely donโ€™t mention them to pops.

Saburo shoved, though the action was not done with as much force as the earlier punches. This seemed to answer Johnnyโ€™s earlier question. He let go of the boyโ€™s shoulders as he was shoved. With a very un-enraged โ€œGo to Hellโ€ as a form of thanks, Johnny stood back and watched as the other boy left the gymnasium.

He probably was provoked. A truly hateful person would have kept the anger up and swung at me. Johnny thought with a smile. Facing away from the bleachers, no one could spot Johnny's smile, Hm... I wonder what kind of music he listens to.

With his smile faded, Johnny glanced back to the other boy who had been punched repeatedly, as well as the albino boy, and the growing crowd around them. The foreigner at-first opted not to get in the middle of the crowd. For one, there were too many cooks as it was. For two, Johnny wasnโ€™t sure what he could do to help. Sure he knew how to treat sports injuries- as was required for him to continue playing sports back in his old home- but this looked like internal bleeding from a fight, not an accidentally twisted ankle. The school nurse would be greatly needed.

With one more glance to the closing double-doors that indicated Saburoโ€™s departure, Johnny finally sighed in relief and moved back to the bleachers from the middle of the gym floor. By then, he noticed that the scrawny blue-haired boy had fainted into the arms of a boy who seemed to resemble Johnny- at least in terms of physical fitness. (Rhys) This particular boy had a sharpness to his eyes that reminded Johnny of some of the tougher dudes he had faced off against in sports back home.

He would have taken the time to appreciate this guyโ€™s hair if not for the fact that the blue-haired boy was unconscious. Definitely not a fun sign. โ€œHow's he-โ€ Johnny stopped his English question part-way through. Now that he thought about it, the question was really not needed. Johnny could tell the two hits on the blue-haired boy were quite nasty, especially considering how the blue-haired boy resembled skin and bones compared to the muscular crew that basically surrounded him at this point.

The two other boys (Rhys and Akira) seemed perfectly capable of carrying Sora to the nurseโ€™s office. However, there was that one violet-haired girl, Fujioka-san. Johnny only took one look and he knew something was deeply bothering her. Johnny crouched down to one knee to meet Yuuki at eye-level. The foreigner asked in Japanese, โ€œFujioka-san, you feel okay?โ€ Damn, it was a good thing he remembered the name. This time around, he said it pretty competently. He put on a comfortable, reassuring smile. Hopefully this would cheer her up. She didn't look so good.

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Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Arietta Hakushiro Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Argyris Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa Character Portrait: Tadashi Kiomine

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Tadashi had a genuine smile hearing his new date's reaction. "Really? I'm the first..? I would have never guessed. Well, Kio-Kun, I'll make sure that you won't regret saying yes." Tadashi nodded and in agreement already beginning to look forward tot heir date. It was refreshing and very charming for a girl to approach a boy and ask her out. They had a tradition like that in America. <Sadie Bawkins? Something like that.> Either way, it was a dance that the girls were supposed to ask the boy to. Goven his first impression of Arietta he was deducing that she was a girl who did very well fancy her self image and her image to other people. What teenager didn't honestly? He fell into that category himself so no judgement was passed. She could be a lot of fun, the blonde hair was an appealing aesthetic and the exoticism of it all wasn't lost on Tadashi. He tilted his head slightly, genuinely admiring her for a moment as they locked eyes. He held an appreciative smile across his lips. She was very pretty, he had to admit. A soft blush beginning to creep on his cheeks.

He watched Arietta closely, seeing her pupils dilate when he opened his arms up towards her. This was interesting to him. She was processing what he was doing and making her own conclusions and actions towards his actions. He sensed the tiniest bit of hesitation, which gave him a hunch to possibly what her personality was like. But nothing to base anything concrete on, he did just meet the girl (Airetta) after all. "I suppose we'll find out, won't we?" Tadashi placed his right foot back to that he was more stable. He watched Arietta turn and lean back eventually gaining momentum until she was completely falling. Tadashi stood firm and right when the angle of her body became steep, leaving her to truly fall he would catch her. Tadashi let out an anticipatory sigh as their bodies met, making sure that Arietta didn't completely fall. Right when this all happened, the school bell rang bringing things to a fitting end. Tadashi turned his head to look down at Arietta and smiled broadly, showing his white teeth towards her. His eye were completely red now if she was to make eye contact with him. "Arietta-chan, thank you for trusting me. I look forward to dancing and getting to know you more, truly." The last word in his sentence was to project the sincerity in his words, his unique voice carrying the weight of his meaning behind it. He held her in his arms for a moment, just lingering enough for them both to process what just happened, what could happen. Also, Tadashi wanted to try and be romantic. He was a sucker for that kind of stuff, but utterly unique about it all.

He would assist Arietta in rising to her feet, then smiled as she straightened herself up. "This first day back has been very interesting. A large part of that is thanks to you. Would you like to meet after class so we can exchange numbers? My phone is in my locker I'm afraid. Unless you have a better option." He already told her about where his phone was, but it wouldn't hurt to remind the girl. He would let her lead on what to do, he was fair like that. It seemed appropriate seeing as he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable by suggesting a place she wasn't familiar with. "I suppose I should get a costume together as well! He laughed not having been thinking about that until now. His attention was now fully turned towards the blonde seniorArietta gazing at her in a calm, yet admiring fashion. She had peaked his interest. Tadashi was undoubtedly 'into' her, but for more than looks- but to be honest so far looks was the primary point of interesting with their short history. He'd follow whatever suggesting she (Arietta) gave, going about his business to link up again and exchange numbers and information.

A spark ignited in the back of his mind, remembering that he still needed to talk to his junior Tsukiko not to mention he needed to check up on Gen and also talk to Cassiopeia about meeting again for lunch. Maybe tomorrow he thought. But business first was squaring things out with his date Arietta. Secondly he had to snag his junior (Tsukiko) before she got away to change and leave. <So much to do- so little time.> He would think about all this, all while listening to Arietta not in the least appearing to be lost in thought or thinking of something else. He was an excellent multi-tasker.
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Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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Everything seemed to be going rather well for Tsukiko, seeing as she managed to sign up for a club, made a friend, and also had given a promising prospect her number in case he wanted to accompany her to the dance, especially seeing as that said prospect was a hottie like Kazuki. However, she could not fully enjoy it. Something in Tsukiko's gut prevented her from fully taking in the moment, she just wasn't sure what it was exactly. She kept walking, albeit slowly as she tried to save herself from the sudden crash of mood that she was experiencing. Tsukiko decided that it was about time that she should look for a trust fall partner, but as she let her eyes shift around the room, a memory flashed in her mind like a glimpse of an old photograph.

Someone so dear to her crossing her mind at a time like this was certainly unexpected, and she immediately froze stiff as the painfully familiar brunet's smile crossed her mind. The memory was bittersweet at best. Her lip quivered as she recalled the last time she had seen that smile. Tsukiko had no trouble remembering it, in fact, she recalled each detail perfectly. It was as though she was currently staring at a picture painted of that exact expression on his face. She remembered the cherry blossoms, Makoto's warm smile, everything about him. She would never forget that smile, because Makoto's presence was the warmest and most inviting presence that she had ever encountered. She had never met a person so caring and understanding in her entire life. She hated to admit it, but ever since his death a small part of her heart had given up on the idea that she could ever feel love that strongly ever again. How would she ever become that vulnerable again? She couldn't fathom opening up to anyone that much, she couldn't even breathe when the thought crossed her mind.

Of course she still flirted, but this was different. She was technically going on a date, even if she did not know the boy she'd asked to attend with her. This was far more formal and intimate than the far more casual 'dates' she went on. Her voice was trapped in her throat, and tears threatened to spill as they swelled in her tear ducts. Thankfully the bell rang, redirecting her attention just enough to prevent Tsukiko from actually crying. As soon as she was brought back to reality, her eyes darted around, making sure that no one was looking in her direction. How long have I been standing in the middle of the gymnasium? She asked herself in disbelief, suddenly feeling very insecure. Sure, no one in Japan seemed to really recognized her as a celebrity, but one picture could always spark a thousand rumors if anyone who saw it online ever recognized her.

Tsukiko practically strutted to the girl's locker room as if she were walking in a fashion show, but in all actuality she was barely functioning. It took every bit of her energy to not think back to that wonderful smile that had left her frozen in time. She still was unsure how long she had spent reflecting on her past, but she tried not to think about it. As she removed her gym clothes, she listened to the gossip. A lot had happened today and the amount of chatter was a direct reflection of that eventfulness. As she adjusted her clothes, Tsukiko slammed her locker shut and left the locker room, making her way towards the exit as she returned to the gymnasium, but she looked back in hope to find a familiar face. She did not see her cousin, Shiori, in the crowd. She noticed that her cousin would rather avoid her more than anything.. It hurt a little, but she understood there was more to the story, she simply did not know what had changed. Sora was definitely not in the gym any longer, and she was unsure if Kazuki had left or not, so she decided to go outside. She'd have to leave soon if she wanted to get a costume ready in such short notice.

She couldn't help but feel kind of down despite her first day's progress. Living in Japan was far different than the frequent concerts in Seoul where nearly everyone knew her name. She was simply a 'rich foreigner' here. A nobody. It was maddening that next to no one knew her name here. She was back to square one, and would have to build up her fame all over again now that she was in a new country, and that was disheartening. She was lonely more than anything.. not that she'd EVER admit that.

What was I honestly expecting when I moved here? A parade? I knew that it would be hard being in a country where no one knows who I am... I just... She hesitated, finding it hard to fully admit what she was feeling, even if it was simply inside of her head. She had spent so much time ignoring her past in attempt to heal that she was now terrified to open that box of broken glass. As she took a breath of fresh air, she stared to the sky, some of the weight lifting from her chest as she enjoyed the beauty of nature, I guess I just thought it would have been easier than this now that I don't see Makoto every time I look across the street... she thought to herself solemnly as she finally admitted to herself what had been bothering her since she practically fled from Korea. Despite the loneliness she felt here, it was better than the daily flashbacks she experienced in Korea as she passed the numerous places she had gone with Makoto on a daily basis, not to mention the media asking her numerous questions about him after his untimely accident. It seemed she could not escape her past, even if she moved to an entirely new section of the world, not even when she physically left behind every single place and smell that reminded her of him. Sooner or later, she knew she would have to face the reality of her situation, but right now, she could not even begin to move on.





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Character Portrait: Saburo Inoue Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Tsukiko Kitogawa

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"I don't know. But, I have heard some of the girls still don't have dates."
"Oh, well I guess I don't have a lotta time to lose!" Well, that was unfortunate. Ryou wasn't going to offer up anything.
"They would probably be there at the Dance. I'll accompany you there if you want until you find a girl you want. Saburo tilted his head at this.
"Uh...well thanks, but the text says I gotta go with a date. See?" The underclassman fished the phone from his pocket, pointing the illuminated screen towards Ryou. "Well, I guess I'll run. I mean you gotta have somethin' to do too, right?" Saburo replaced the smartphone to his pocket. Beginning to walk away, he called out past his shoulder as a final farewell. "Wish me luck, alright?"

On the way to no particular destination, Saburo vowed to be on the winning team if it ever came to playing against the basketball captain again. It's not that he disliked Ryou in any way, in fact the Senior was just fine in his eyes. Maybe a bit too serious and flat in personality, but it wasn't like Ryou was going to be here another year. "Man, this school's a lot bigger than I made it out to be..." The boy mumbled under his breathe as he realized how far he had walked. If he had payed attention, Saburo would have realized that he had been doing laps in the hallway in a rectangular shape while on autopilot, but it would seem the Freshman needed the time for himself.

Extracting his phone again, Saburo decided to look through the names of the select invited persons to the Halloween party. He recognized a couple names, Arietta and Ryou, but all the others were new to him. Without warning, the phone began to buzz in Saburo's hand, a single word on the screen. "Dad." "Hello?" An all too recognizeable voice resounded from the other end.
"Saburo! How was school? Do you like the place? It's not free you know!" His father's energetic voice flew out of the phone a bit too loud for the owner's liking.
"It was good, I think it's pretty nice." Saburo replied while pressing the volume down button. "Are you home yet? Katsurou's waiting for you."
"On the way." Was his father's reply. Was that a female voice Saburo heard in the background?

"The business let me go in the company limo on the way back." A short pause ensued, and it sounded like Saburo's father was taking a sip of a beverage. "Oh yeah, I'm meeting with Joseph Prescott multiple times this week, and I thought you'd like to meet his son."
"Joseph Prescott?" The name sounded strangely familiar.
"You know...CEO of Prescorp?" Oh, so that was it. His dad kept on bringing up some sort of business going on with that multi-national company.
"Oh, I know who you're talking about. I didn't know he had a son."
"What?" The sound of bewilderment cut straight through the phone. "It sounded like he knew you. John said he gave you call." Come to think of it, Saburo had received a call and voice mail from an unknown number the other day. Maybe he should start looking into this kinda stuff.

"Anyways, I'm going to Prescorp Japan headquarters tomorrow and on the weekend. I think it would be a great chance for you to start off some connections." Saburo's dad always had advice when it came to future business stuff. Lately, he had been stressing connections.
"Sure dad, it's not like I have anything going on anyways."
"Well that's unusual..."
"Huh?"
"I'll see you at home alright?"
"Okay, bye." Saburo never had to hang up on his dad, because of his business background, Saburo's father had a habit of hanging up quickly.

His feet finding their way outside, Saburo put the phone against his ear once again to hear his new message. "Hello Saburo san, this is John Prescott. I'm sure your father has already informed you of my request to be able to meet you. I could use some company as well as some 'connections' as well." The silky smooth voice paused for a short chuckle. "I hope you can find the time to have a chat sometime this week, and I look forward to possibly meeting you. Goodbye." Weird. How did this guy even find out about some random Freshman in high school? Distracted by his thoughts, Saburo nearly ran into another student (Tsukiko) who seemed just as preoccupied. Able to stop a moment before collision, Saburo took an instinctive step back.

"My bad, I didn't see ya."

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"My bad, I didn't see ya."

...Oh, so now I'm transparent? This day just exceeds my expectations. Worst. Day. Ever. Tsukiko lowered her gaze to her natural eye level and noticed a boy about her own height (Saburo) who seemed to be apologizing to her for something. She had no idea what he had to be sorry for, but decided to grant him her attention for the moment. Actually, now that Tsukiko took a better look, she felt that this guy (Saburo) might have been slightly taller than her. Considering math wasn't exactly one of her strong suits, she didn't put a lot of thought into it. She looked him over, noticing a phone in his hand. She then met his gaze again, fully realizing what was going on now, "No problem... I don't think either of us were paying attention." she trailed off before narrowing her gaze, immediately recognizing the boy from the gym. He had punched the ivory haired pipsqueak. She really didn't care about a stranger, but she was unaware of Sora's involvement, due to being distracted by Kazuki when the boy before her had been punching her first successful friend at this establishment. This was currently in the auburn haired boy's favor, for now.

"You were the one who punched the white haired kid, correct?" she asked in a curious tone which lacked any form of judgement. She did not know the boy (Akira) that this guy assaulted, nor was she aware of his altercation with Sora, so she saw no reason that she could not hold civil conversation. She pulled out her cell, texting for her manager to send a chauffeur. She had to do some last minute shopping for this event. She was thinking sexy and dangerous as a general theme for her costume, but she had several ideas and could not narrow it down until the costumes were actually in front of her. Seeing as he didn't offer his name, Tsukiko decided to be the bigger person, "I'm Kitogawa, Tsukiko, a freshman. I just transferred here today from Korea. Do you have a name...and what year are you? I've realized I'm supposed to call my senior's Senpai.. I'm not that good at this language yet.." she asked in a slightly teasing manner, her accent a dead give away that she was foreign. A smirk formed on her lips as she playfully poked fun at his lack of introduction however, deciding she needed to amuse herself while she was here. Seeing as he did not offer his name first she decided she would play with that a bit, at least until her ride showed up. The boy she'd asked to the date had not called yet, so there was no harm in a bit of aimless flirting, and besides, it wasn't like Tsukiko knew how to spell monogamy, let alone it's definition. She'd forgotten that stuff a long time ago. There was no way that Tsukiko was going to let a man convince her to settle down, she was too young for something like that, and as far as she was concerned, she always would be. Finding true high school romance never even crossed her mind these days. The boy before her wasn't a tall, dark, and handsome man, but he held a somewhat cute appeal for a guy her own height. Typically she avoided men her own height, considering she could never wear heels around them, but no one was around, so she could play with this boy for the moment. It was no harm as long as he knew she'd never look at him, or any other guy for that matter as a prospect for a serious relationship.

Tsukiko pocketed her phone, a little bummed that she had not received a text or call yet. Just what kind of guy kept her waiting like this? It intrigued her for sure, but it was also immensely irritating as well. In Korea, guys never kept her waiting. She was not accustomed to waiting for a guy to text or call her. To be honest, she hated being on this end of flirting when the guy wasn't begging to spend time with her. Am I considered ugly in this country or something? Hell no! That can't be it. Does that guy need glasses? Did he hit his head on his way down? What did I do wrong? was I too forward? Is that a bad thing in this area? I don't know what this culture finds attractive in a woman... This is going to be harder than I thought..

As she grew more and more frustrated waiting for Kazuki to give her an answer, she finally grew self conscious and decided to fish for a compliment, "Oi, cutie, I have a question for you. Is my appearance a turn off around here?" she asked this with a straight face, even doing a 360 slow spin to allow him to check her out. She was giving him permission to gawk at her.... That alone was unconventional, but to Tsukiko, this was an every day process. While waiting for an answer from the auburn haired boy (Saburo) she received a text from her manager, reading it quickly before putting her phone in her pocket again, not even bothering to answer. She'd see him soon enough as things stood. Originality was highly respected among adolescents in Korean culture, but she was not sure if Japanese teens were as rebellious to their customs as their Korean counterparts. I really should try to grow a conscious... nah.. That would only cramp my style.





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"No problem... I don't think either of us were paying attention."

Saburo had a second to really see this other person now after the initial run in. The girl wore her pink hair in a double ponytail secured by black and gold ribbons. She looked about his age, a Freshman from the looks of it, and Saburo stood about an inch taller than the female. Her rather attractive structure and looks caught the boy's attention quickly as comprehension of this washed over Saburo's mind.

"You were the one who punched the white haired kid, correct?" The statement caught the Freshman male's thoughts like a knitted sweater snagging on a fishhook.
"Well, I guess you could say that..." he started, preparing to justify himself. If he was going to make something up, he'd have to keep the story consistent. But the attractive inquirer seemed disinterested in pursuing an answer, pulling out her phone and tapping away at it.
"I'm Kitogawa, Tsukiko, a freshman. I just transferred here today from Korea. Do you have a name...and what year are you? I've realized I'm supposed to call my senior's Senpai.. I'm not that good at this language yet.." It wasn't until this moment that Saburo realized that this girl had a noticeable accent. He normally didn't like foreigners much, and his earlier encounter in gym class didn't help much. But in this case, he'd make an exception and play nice. Though he did wonder what made some Korean hotty choose to come to Japan, Saburo didn't voice his thoughts.
"Hi Tsukiko," The boy skipped over the formalities of using 'san' or other tittles. "I'm Inoue, Saburo, and I'm a freshman too." Saburo pondered on whether he really looked that much older for Tsukiko to not guess his grade right. Well, if it was true, it would only be a good thing. "And don't worry about it, you sound fine. At least it's not like you're going to get any worse right?" He hinted a joke towards the girl.

Saburo watched as Tsukiko pocketed her phone, noticing an almost concerned look on her face. She was probably just waiting for a call or something. A spell of silence ensued between the two freshman for a time until Tsukiko decided to break the ice. "Oi, cutie, I have a question for you. Is my appearance a turn off around here?" After speaking, she proceeded to execute a 360 turn, essentially inviting Saburo to check her out. After the show was over, Saburo didn't give Tsukiko a chance to see his genuine reaction, instead he wore a look of thought, as if calculating whether or not the girl was a "turn off". What intrigued Saburo was why Tsukiko was doing this. Obviously, a girl like her would know how attractive others thought she was. She was just that "type". But then again, the "type" also had a lot of fun showing off. The conflict resolved, Saburo decided to formulate a little humor in the situation. "Just a little, it's not a big deal." Saburo spoke as blandly as he could. Letting the look of being in thought leave his face, the boy turned to look at one of the trees nearby.

After a few moments, Saburo let the suppressed smile brighten his features. "I'm just kidding. If anyone told you that they'd have to be blind or something." he said, turning back towards Tsukiko. "Well anyways, what are you still doing here? A lot of people are preparing for some kinda dance for later." A buzz from his phone drew the boy's attention for a moment. It looked like Tsuyoshi was offering him a ride back home. The text could wait for now, Saburo currently had a few alternatives if Tsuyoshi went ahead and left. "Were you not invited or something?" Saburo looked up at Tsukiko from his phone.